I would have swung by your hotel to meet you and your husband, assuming he was willing. I'm guessing you would not have initially been fully committe..., me being a stranger and all, so we would have had a few cocktails in a downstairs bar to loosen up, then hit a club or two while we got to know each other better. I have no doubt that we would have all hit it off well and that after a few cocktails that the subject eventually would have turned to a discussion about a possible MMF back in your. If you will just tell me that you still love me, I promise I will do anything you tell me to do, even if you tell me to never be friends with Kate again. I hope you won't ask me to do that. I'm begging you not to do that, but I will if you decide that is what you need me to do in order for you to still love me.I'm not going to even ask you to stop being mad at me yet. I hope someday you will stop, but as long as you still love me, that is all I'll ask from you. You can do anything, as long as. Jessie and I met up with her friend at a coffee shop in the later evening, and, upon first inspection, I have to say I was pleased. Pamela was a little older than I expected, probably 35 or so, but not too old by a long shot for Jessie and me, who were still on the rock-and-roll side of 30. Pamela was very hot in my estimation, and, beside, the older I got, the more I was attracted to women who had a few years on me.Pamela was a tiny thing, maybe 5'0" with a pale, thin frame, but her ass and. ”“And you enjoy it, too?” he asked, staring at me with hard eyes.“Of course,” I said. “It's how we love each other. She pretends to be my slave. I pretend to be her master. We both enjoy it.”In the audience, Lee was nodding emphatically, a huge grin on her face. She would be wet right now. Everyone was seeing a picture of her naked and bound. The humiliation of it would be melting through her cunt.“As I said,” I continued, “I love my family members in different ways. In ways that they agreed.