Tom couldn’t wait till he took their babysitter home, so Stacy blew him in their car.At home, Stacy was waiting for Tom to fuck her before they coul... ever get upstairs to their bedroom. She told me they had their best sex since before their baby was born. Stacy said she really enjoyed flirting with Sam and would like to do it again. I brought up the idea that maybe we should try making out with each others husbands. It would be like we were back in high school. Stacy said she wasn’t sure if she. I may have over-argued the point by referring them to judicial punishment, but that seems to be the flavour today. Cold-bloodied, selfish, self-satisfying self-indulgence taking it out on another guy's flesh and bones because it makes you feel powerful and superior…. No concept of sharing the hurt, of giving pleasure, of listening together to the musical thwump of the flogger, of serving the floggee… It's all academic and selfish, - mutuality is dead, spiritual enjoyment gone….I used to row on. I could have gone in person, or sent my army, or just summoned this family to my own suitably intimidating presence. The comm call was an apposite compromise."You have something I want, and it's something you're not entitled to own in the first place," I told the head of the family the moment I had him on the phone.I'd had no trouble getting through to him directly. Nobody turns down a call from The Empress. And I didn't have a lot of time to waste on this with unnecessary civility, given that. The tables along the dance floor rail were all full. I continued moving along the floor, enjoying the sight of the bodies moving on the dance floor. I guess I was kind of lost in the beat of the music and a couple particular girls who were grinding each other to the music. I nearly bumped into a cocktail waitress who was trying to deliver drinks. I apologized and about the time I was going to turn and move on, I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned and there stood Connie. I'd never seen her all.