But Bruce Banner probably didn’t think so either.I just “Hulked” out on them. Suddenly, all I could think was, “SMASH PUNY HUMANS!!!”I turne... to daddy and making no attempt to control the anger in my voice I said, “I am going to rip off your fucking head and shit down your neck if you open your mouth one more time; you arrogant cocksucker.”He started to open his mouth. I began to rise from my chair. He could see the genuine homicide in my eyes. He made a zipping gesture across his lip.. ?Before you can think the answer over your desires take over, ‘I’m willing?.He reaches down and hands you a bag. He tells you there are instructions in the bag, and to follow them. With that he leaves the bar??.You finish your drink as you think about what happened. You are dying to look in the bag, but you don’t want to open it in a public bar so you head to the Ladies restroom. There is no one in there so you lock yourself in a cubicle, sit down and open the bag.On the top is a note which. I don’t think there’s anything she wouldn’t do to keep him coming back. We meet with him once a week at our house, on Saturday evenings when our sixteen-year-old daughter is out on a date or with friends. Speaking of our daughter, Kim, the end of our last session introduced a new dimension to things, as Bobby and Sherrie begin conspiring to bring her into the fold. But I digress.Sherrie spent an hour getting ready for Bobby’s recent visit, and her humiliation of me began then.“Got to prepare. I wasn't sure if Francine knew I was a lesbian.I often spoke of my girlfriends to her and their sexual mishaps with lovers, but she may not have picked up that I was a lesbian, as most girls often talked about their girlfriends and are not lesbians. It was almost sunset, as I could see the sun coming through the window of this cozy place; I felt a comfortable warmness flowing through my veins.Just as I was about to get myself some libations, Francine, came out of the bathroom totally naked; she.