‘I… I…’ I couldn’t even finish the sentence. He sighed and I heard the door close. He had left. I felt my eyes fill with the tears I had re...used to let him see. He left for a business trip and would be gone for a week, I missed him already. It killed me to have disappointed him when he was going away. The look in his eyes when I started to stutter was all I could remember. Hurt and disappointment filled his eyes and then he was gone. I was left behind with my thoughts. On the first day I. Karen looked shocked, but just stared at me. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry. I think I should leave." I was blushing midly now and wanted to run as far away as I could. As I turned away she grabbed my arm. "Its ok. I think your hot too." She said smiling at me. Now it was my turn to look shocked. "Y-You like me too?" I stuttered unable to believe what I was hearing. It was like a dream come true. "Since the day I met you back in 7th grade." She replied. Then she leaned over and kissed me softly. This. For our one year anniversary, Ashley insisted that instead of going out, we would spend the night indoors. She also insisted that we only buy each other one present and it must be a sex present. I, of course, wasn’t convinced that she was serious, so I bought her some very nice jewelry (I long ago learned diamonds are a girl's best friend), but also bought her a slutty school girl outfit complete with plaid skirt and knee high stockings...another fantasy of mine (teaching high school seniors is. “You seem more relaxed lately, in terms of your marriage, in spite of the Bondage Reform Act,” Bob Ryan observed, the wealthy philanthropist still planning to run for Governor of Florida in 2030.“Well, I’m a bit ashamed that it took slavery and the moral support of my sister-Domme-wife to let me finally relax about my marriage and learn to trust a man who so clearly loves me ... and accept that he can love another woman, just as I can. I let go of my anxiety, insecurity, hypocrisy, etc. and.