My hands went to the keyboard with a mafia-like lust for revenge that even surprised me.> Go on then. Let’s have a go at this.> Why did you decide t... continue?> I have my reasons.Pause. A virtual awkward silence. I rapped out another message.> Shall we begin?> Let’s. It’s your move, actually. The dice show seven. Do you think the next roll will be higher than seven, or lower?Surprisingly, the question generated a great deal more tension in the room than I would have anticipated. I stared at the. Sarah’s husband Dave was preparing a meal in the kitchen and missed the girls’ entrance owing to the loud music accompanying his culinary duties. “Fuck!” he exclaimed startled by the unexpected hand on his ass.Kate let out a hearty laugh as she withdrew her hand “Hiya Dave what’s cooking ya sexy bastard?”Kate had known Sarah for years and was the very closest of all her friends which down the years had brought a close and friendly familiarity with Sarah’s husband Dave.“bloody hell Kate you. I don’t know if that’s a boss thing or a domme thing. Maybe it’s both. Can she call you instead?”“When?”“Today? Soon? Now?”“Sure, that works. I don’t have any plans until tonight.”“Great! Oh, and be careful because she’ll try to findom you. I think she enjoys that even more than grinding her stilettos into scrotums. And yes, I can hear you wincing from here; frankly, I don’t really see the appeal either. I’d much rather have them in my mouth, and that’s true for both the stilettos and the. I told her that I would bring her new clothes from Surat. She just stood quiet. Then I asked if she would like to come with me to select. She hesitated for some time and then told that she would ask her mother and tell. Next day she came at eight in the morning and told that her mother has agreed for her to go with me to Surat. She prepared breakfast by which time I got ready. Then she went to our bedroom and changed her clothes. She had brought with her a good saree which she wore and did.