Browsing through the closet, I pick out the perfect outfit to wear. Choosing my new burgundy corset and thong set, thigh high black stockings and a bl...ck spaghetti strap dress that reaches mid thigh. It’s the perfect dress because it accentuates my curves, hugging in all the right places. I jump in the shower and start washing my body when I feel Master stepping in to join me. Closing my eyes as His hands slide down the curves of my waist and ass. He grabs the loofah and starts to wash me. So. I think I heard him say to himself, "I'll never understand women."I joined the line linking arms with Cleo for a moment. She threw me a huge grand smile, a quick squeeze and we all fell in step clapping and turning to the delight of everyone at the pool. One part of my mind was shocked! The other part reasoned, you're only a number in a line, shut up and enjoy it. Turn scoot, clap, bounce forward, bounce back ... This wasn't dancing. This had steps. Steps to follow and a sequence. Anyone can. "You don't understand," she wailed, "He's going to die if I don't get to him. Don't ask me how I know, just please, I have to find him!"Sanford stared at her like she had gone crazy, "He's not going to die," he said gently, placing a restraining hand on her shoulder as though she might suddenly do something drastic."Sanford, please!" I'll take you," came a strong voice from the corner, Cynara turned to him like a shipwrecked man to land."Ashton!" she pulled away from Sanford and ran to throw. Lauralee glanced down; his prick as hanging limply against one hairy thigh, an oozing of semen clinging to the shrunken tip. "just imagine," she said quietly, "what a marvelous marriage I would have know, if you'd been my husband. But you and those adorable children are helping me make up for all those lost and lonely years. Tell me, Chris -- did you feel guilty, at first? Screwing Bettina, I mean, and ignoring your wife?" A little," he agreed, " but not all that much. Once I got into my girl's.