They can have the males do whatever makes them happy. The males are not allowed to touch or initiate interaction with the Females without the wife’s...permission. When I first heard of this my response was “not in this life time”, but, after doing the research we gave it a try. I WAS WRONG, this was a great training environment. The party was filled with other women that could help me with my husband. Not only was he exposed for all the other women, but the other submissive men. We both learned. We could end up in a storeroom threesome. No, it was a new office layout, teams were in and hierarchy was out. Could have fooled me. I got slightly more interested as James mentioned décor and mood colours. But my eyes and the corner of my mouth really did smirk, when Jason called the process, ‘Pimping the Workplace’. My usually controlled at work dirty mind escaped like a nipple slip.Oh I knew pimping a car from TV and the slang idea of making something cooler or better, but the grubby idea of. He could not imagine life without her there.This all passed through his mind in a flash and suddenly there was a fear that she was actually asking to leave. His face must have betrayed him for she spoke again.“David,” she said, almost chiding him. “You’re the one giving the trial. If you want me to continue in post, I’ll be delighted: I love the job. I love being here and I love Evan and Beth. So do I stay or do I go?”“Oh Celia,” he laughed with relief. “You already know the answer to that. How. We had plenty of green pine fuel. We got our hobo stove started and burning in short order and melted snow for drinking water. Our all-purpose chamber pot came in handy, and the steam was an excellent hand warmer. Alice’s attempt to build a replica of the snowshoes pictured in the Spanish survival manual was a perfect reproduction of the illustration.“Viola!” she said as she triumphantly held her completed set of Spanish snowshoes aloft for me to view and admire. “It was too easy,” she laughed.