Go tell her she is an asshole!" Mary was visibly shaking. Afraid? Maybe. Angry at me, not now. She was far too preoccupied. "Now!" she hissed. "Right ...ucking now!"This was bleak. I truly wanted my wife to win, then maybe... well just maybe anything, even though I suspected in parts, that Mary was lesbian to Charleen. I had seen that often enough over the last week. I had participated too. Maybe I was nothing but a tool. I said, "Yes Mistress Mary. I love you."She blinked, smiled a trace.I. The loading of the Remington cylinder was somewhat easier, but the pistol had one unique feature. Cylinders could be loaded ahead of time. They could be changed almost as easily as a modern automatic can be reloaded in combat by dropping a clip and loading another.The holster was another surprise. Jason had expected all western style holsters to be pretty much the same. But as he examined the one that came with the gun he found the belt, holster, powder holder, and the ball and cap pouch, were. “Once. She accused me of treating her like a whore.” He chuckled to himself. “Once I tried spanking her-”“O-ooh, do tell,” I leaned in, suddenly more interested. “It’s not that exciting, believe me.”“What’s not exciting about spanking?” I blurted. He looked at me, lifted his eyebrows and made an exaggerated shocked look. “Stop it. You know what I mean, a little rough treatment, a little submissiveness. That’s sexy.” I felt a tremor run through me from my heads to my toes, leaving behind an odd. "Samantha said as a metal door panel slid into the wall and Sharonwalked in dressed like someone who was filming a second Men InBlack movie. "You'll find your mission wardrobe in the boxes being brought innow." Sharon said as a series of M.I.B dressed men set boxes downin front of them. When Samantha opened the box, she pulled up apink tutu and toe shoes. "What kind of mission outfit is this?" Tina said as she pulled out ablond Shirley Temple wig and pink dress with white polka dots. .