Anyone would be happy with the situation. Anyone not named Fred. Fred had become bored with the arrangement. He enjoyed the sex, he enjoyed the compan... of most of the women, but he still felt something missing. Over the Fourth of July weekend Fred had met a pretty waitress at the Italian restaurant near his house, and had found her a bright and intelligent alternative to his work world. His diet slipped to include more Italian dinners, after which he and Melanie started catching the occasional. She looked good, a great, trim figure in her corporate executive’s uniform of conservative blouse and skirt. Her legs looked fantastic, the modest skirt clinging to her hips, its hem falling to a flattering point above the knee.“Hello, Robert,” Mum beamed at me. “Tea won’t be long.”We take it in turns to prepare the evening meal unless mum’s away on business, apparently getting herself fucked in hotel rooms.Every time I went to open my mouth, after building up the courage to say something, my. .. you know. A bit of an after-party.”“That sounds fun. Do what you need to do. I can wait.”Suddenly, I laughed in spite of the chaos. “So I take it you met Gwen, huh?”She issued an apologetic sigh. “Yeah, and I’m surprised she went along with it. She kind of looked at me like I was demented when I asked her to call you that name. But then I told her you’d completely wig out, and suddenly she was much more interested in doing it.”I was still laughing. “You’re too much, Heather. Too much!”“I. She stood with her feet well apart, hands on her hips, “Is this what you had in mind Cindy my sweet?” Cindy just stared, she slowly dropped to her knees. “Oh god yes my Mistress, it’s exactly what I wanted!” Pamela walked up to Cindy, “rise up my little dove,” Cindy rose to her feet, Pamela kissed her, slowly, thoroughly, “ so you think you want to be my submissive?” “Oh yes Mistress, I’ve read so many sexy stories about dominance and submission, it makes me wet.