Once again I hear Alys whimper, she recognizes something in the room. I follow her gaze to the end of the room where a dais has been set up. The gold ...nlay on the platform gleams in the heavy candle light. The hardwood platform holds up what looks like a gold painted throne.The thing that gets my attention is the man sitting on the throne. He is short. Even with the throne to prop him up his feet dangle down like a child's. He has rich brown hair and a good complexion. He eyes are a watery. "Walter, she is a student," she began, but was cut off."Yes. I'll square it with the XO of her Student Battalion; he's a friend of mine. I don't think she'll miss any classes, but it'll be a crimp on her homework time." You know, she was supposed to be at her parent's this weekend with the Hardings and Kostowe and I."Fales' voice sounded slightly puzzled. "I would have thought the Admiral would be at the Tailhook Association bash? That's why the usual Navy Accommodation officers aren't. A quizzical look crossed the lovely face as she brought her eyesup to meet Irene's. "Ladies do not cross their legs, dear, nordo they hold books in that manner." She mimed bringing the bookto her lap and holding it sedately in both hands. "Thank you," Sherla sighed. "Just when I permit myself tobelieve that I am beginning to manage adequately I unthinkinglyregress back to some male behavior." No so very much of one, dear, *this* time. What are you readingwith such single minded. But it just wasn't happening.Gradually I drifted into darker areas or on-line erotica, where, from the number of stories and websites, I discovered that mine is a common problem. I read hundreds of stories and letters from hundreds of horny women fantasizing about seeing their husbands or boyfriends get turned on enough even to fuck other women. I found myself strangely aroused by these stories of domineering women, often uneducated or crude, who sexually enslave gentle; intelligent men,.