This wasn’t normal. Last thing I remembered was sitting on our couch at the flat watching Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir mowing their way thro...gh uruk-hai, and now somehow I’m sitting on the same couch in the middle of a whole lot of nothing. Dave had just left to get drinks, and suddenly the world disappeared.I looked at the other side of the couch. Wait, Sarah’s here too? Surely Dave had to have put something in the drinks. Only logical explanation.“So what exactly did Dave put in my. Damn&hellip,you know one of these days you are going to be dressed like that and Im going to forget you are my best friends wife I told her. Bull shit she replied. If you were going to do anything you would have done it years ago. Hell I all but stripped naked and put a neon on arrow pointing to my pussy a few times when we were alone and a little drunk a couple of times she said as she turned back around and half snorted at me. Im not sure why today was different, but this was the first time. Yet it didn't hurt much. I felt so terrible vulnerable, so helpless. And while it wasn't pleasant, I sort of loved the way this made me feel so subservient. It certainly enforced my love hate relationship with my mistress. I should have hated her for doing this. Yet I think mostly I loved her because I could trust her. Sort of. At least she never killed me by twisting hard on the stick when it was so far inside me. The anal abuse wasn't all scary. Much of the time she'd simply shaft me with. She held the smile inplace, excited and warm inside from the intimacy, and said, "Mmm, goodmorning, Michael."He gave her a brief smile and replied, "Good morning, Jane. I thinkthere's someone else who'd appreciate a quick greeting, too." With thathe grabbed her shoulders, with both hands this time, and pushed her downonto her knees, Jane not resisting in the slightest. She let his dickout of his pants and ran her tongue along its length as it stiffened torigid attention. She caressed the head.