You check your watch, raise an eyebrow and ask the bouncer, "Why is this place still open?" He looks at you with a fatalist smile and shrugs. "Mafia."...ight. You pass a hand in your hair. You're not as drunk as you were an hour ago, not as drunk as you should be in a place like this. In your skull, you feel the point of a terrible headache to come. All the guys you met in the club have gone to sit around the stripper. They're ordering shots. Tequila. Vodka. Nothing you feel like. You crawl on a. If she has our mailing address, I'm guessing she'll show up sooner or later. I won't share you with her and will divorce you this time if you give into her like you did before." I told my dear wife as she got a distressed look on her face."Oh Stan, I don't know what to do. It's like she has some kind of mind control on me. I can't resist her when she starts trying to get me into her bed again. I love you and don't want to lose you, but I don't think I can stop when Pam tells me she wants me.. After I finished and paid, my waitress invited me to go next door. She said, “Bar, drink, much fun.” She was a pretty little thing just at five feet tall wearing an absurdly short skirt and a tiny halter top. She continued, “I go to play there.” I nodded. I walked over and went inside after paying a five dollar cover which included my first beer.At first, I thought it was a strip joint but then quickly realized the girls would do more, much more. I knew that when I saw one lean over a table and. Some wanted to grope me, and explore my body, others ignored me, some had their slaves interact with me, I felt like a new puppy that everyone wanted to come and pet. Matt checked his watch, and finished his beer. "See you soon Sarah, I've got to meet my date for dinner" he winked as he stood to leave, saying goodbye to Adam and a few others on his way out. Me and Adam spent the rest of the night in the bar, and I met many others from the local fetish scene, all of which told me I may be.