I didn’t want to be alone with her even though she was a hotty and all but still.So I got there early and ordered myself a drink, something she hate... me doing and that was one more cause for our divorce.So when she got there I ordered another and it came as she was sitting down.I said want something to drink?She says I’ll have a coke please, I told the waitress and I sipped my crown and coke.I told her she was still looking good and she thanked me, she says it’s been sometime since I’ve seen. I thought about the wig and then came up with a crazy idea.I went in the bathroom and found some of Sue's makeup. I did a pretty good job applying it and looked pretty good. I then put on a pair of Sue's thong underwear and one of her skirts. It was made of stretchy nylon so on me it was a miniskirt. I wore a loose fitting sweater and put on the wig and CFMs. I looked in the mirror and thought this was crazy. I drove about thirty minutes out of town to a truck stop. There was a diner there and. Was he done with me or would he punish me severely once I had signed the contract?Sleep didn't come easily. I tossed and turned. I stared at the phone, willing it to ring. I wanted to obey. I wanted to submit myself to Him. Why was it so important that I give myself to a Master I had yet to meet? Sure, we had talked on the phone, skyped a few times, I had been through several training sessions via webcam, but never had I met Him. He said I must prove myself worthy and I failed when he asked me. I ask her what is behind a locked door that guys keep going in and out of. She tells me that it's "The Dungeon" and if a white guy goes in, he doesn't come out for a long, long time. A few minutes later a cute white guy who could barely walk, (and obviously exhausted) comes out and leaves the bar. I immediately ask my new friend what happens in that room. She tells me the white "victim" (her words) goes in and submits endlessly to every demand from every black guy that goes in. As I adore.