'Can I help you?''Er, um um.''Don't be shy, how can I help you today.'I cleared my throat and finally said something sensible.'I have a note from my M...m.'I looked through my purse and found the note and handed it to the lady.She smiled again as she opened it and then frowned slightly.'Well, Katie, this isn't the dentist dear.''Oh sorry, I gave you the wrong note!'She gave me the note back and I hastily pulled out the correct one frommy purse and gave it to her.The lady read the note and then. She felt so humiliated she wanted to cry, but she tried to stay as calm as she could."Good girl. You have pleased me so far." The drawer closed as another slid open.Ani walked up to it, dreading to think what she would find inside. It looked like a bra, only without the straps to go around her back or shoulders, and it was made of the same material as the two phalluses."Hold this over your breasts." The voice was as calm as ever, and hadn't changed tone since it first greeted her. Remembering. That day I had strummed her just right and drove her hips high off the bed. So I think it was a thank you and before that had been punishment for not going to the next level. I wasnt sure if she thought I would plow her right here or what, nor did I think she really cared. For the first time in her life she had a male figure she trusted. It had only been a gentle shove to move that connection over the line. Then sometimes fate just kind of gives you a hand and you end up playing it. It was a. " Why the 50/50 split? It came from listening to the readers. I would get feedback asking me why all the men in my stories were hard asses. "In real life men are more forgiving, especially if it is the first indiscretion." So I would write stories with forgiving husbands and boyfriends and then the next batch of feedback would say, "Why are all your husbands spineless wimps" and I'd write stories that went back the other way.Eventually I came to realize that I was wasting my time - there was no.