I am sure you were wondering who I was and what had I done with your wife. I had a dream last night. It blew my mind and I would like to share it with...you before the memory fades.”Natalia caught herself as she saw the waiter returning to refill their coffees. He lingered longer than was necessary but finally left them alone. If he only knew the extent of their conversation!“In this very real dream I was with Chad. There was no timer and he was in control. I just followed along like a good. I swore at myself about every mistake I made in the game. And I hate being humiliated by a rotten team. Some Cubs claimed we lost on purpose because we felt sorry for the Tigers—to cover up their embarrassment.”“Jeff, just talk about yourself for now.”“I’d rather die than be humiliated. I thought about painless ways to die. I told my mother I was sick, so I wouldn’t have to go to school. She didn’t fall for it. I swore at her. I feel so bad. I would pull my hair out if it didn’t hurt.”“So how. Deb is submissive to me so when I tell her to wear one to go out, she does it. She knows that refusing to do so will result in a spanking. Two weeks ago we went to Walmart because I wanted to buy her a couple of "whore blouses" as I call them. A young man (David), perhaps 28, was shopping for his GF alongside us and I started a conversation with him. He was fascinated with Deb's tits. I asked him to come into the changing room with us and he did after I assured him it was OK. I whispered to him. . it was hard to do them justice. They were like a pair of space hoppers, he could have sat on one and used it as a beanbag chair.Miller turned away from her, his face burning as he made a futile attempt to give her some privacy.“You should probably ... wrap yourself in a towel or something,” he mumbled.“Humans are such prudes,” she complained, her tone playful. “I don’t have anything that you’ve not seen before, I promise. Besides, we’re going out now, right? You can get a look at me if you.