.. and I mean that in a literal way ... got me more than enough action.Beanie was a character, a children's clown who gave away balloons on the Wharf ...nd who lived in an old warehouse down in the Mission district. She and I had fallen into bed after meeting by chance in a bar while I was familiarizing myself with the City's weather peculiarities: It was July! I was having soup and recovering from freezing my ass off in my way-too-light windbreaker that I had erroneously thought would be. Wanting to see what yours eyes are telling her. Wanting to ask you what you Desire. But not wanting to push you any further then you are ready. Leaning back in she skims your jaw moving slowly back to your mouth. Kissing and nipping softly the whole time. Her eyes meeting yours and asking you a silent question ‘what do you want me to do love?’ you can see the willingness to please you in her eyes. You smile softly. You leave her in quiet anticipation for a heartbeat or two. Smiling gently you. But my husband David likes to add dares to carry out, so I’ve also worn other things on special days:- sometimes it’s a suspender belt to hold my stockings; Nipple clamps; butt plug; labia clamps; bondage bra. If I wore a particularly short mini skirt I was allowed open crotch tights and so on.One day on zoom call in July I was in one of my translucent tops Tim asked me to allow one other male to enter our meeting, I sorta agreed as it was happening, (I have to click to allow the connection. “Why? You didn’t enjoy our fun last night?” she says and playfully tugs on my underwear. “You know I did, and stop because Mason could be up any minute.” “Why does it matter?” she says, crossing her arms. “You know exactly why,” I cap the orange juice and put it back in the fridge. “Do I, now?” “Yes- You do.” I say firmly “You may be a moral person, Cara,” She says, “But I’m not…” She walks up to me and leans in closely. “The one who’s ashamed” I frown at her. “I’m not ashamed,” I push her back.