I showered in the upstairs bathroom, my cock already half-hard with anticipation as I soaped my body. Dried off, I emerged and lay on the bed, just as...the night's young piece of ass opened the door and stepped inside.I looked, rubbing my thickening meat through my towel. The transformation was beautiful - Yasmeena's long hair, which, as Asif, he wears in a ponytail, spilled over her shoulders. Her firm chest and abs formed a triangle under her thin t-shirt, the garment ending just above a. Melissa was grinning. Karen’s face had a look of shocked surprise on it that probably looked much like the look on my face. I said, “That was fast.”Melissa looked at Karen and intoned in a sepulchral voice, “I was told by my good friend, ‘When you find the right one, grab him.’” In a normal tone, she continued, “We knew that physically we were very good with each other. We also knew that we really liked each other enough to change our ways. If it’s not love, it’s close enough to grow into love. With a smile he offered her an arm, and they walked arm-in-arm down the path to his car.The drive to the restaurant was quick, and filled with inconsequential subjects. If Jack were nervous, he didn't show it, Deb saw. Fortunately, there were few topical subjects the two of them weren't familiar with, and before Deb had time to worry, they were at their table.Jack had been waxing philosophic about the lack of wine in his life, as they'd shared the Beaujolais and the soft Brie appetizer, when. Now, I saw it as an incentive. Was that the collar talking, or was my mind really changing? I didn’t know, but I knew that being angry all the time about the collar and my situation wasn’t helpful or even healthy. I remember telling Jessica, the new whore, to accept her situation. It seemed as if I was practicing what I preached.Today was going to be a long day: taking Shirley to school, taking Sammy to the clinic, teaching Sammy to cook, and as many opportunities to spend some intimate time.