As we went along, I made the shells that hide your submissive, obedient core fall away. The things that tell the world you’re a loving parent, a lov...r a wife, a good worker, a vixen, a boss – anything the rest of the world see and identifies you by, I pulled away. Sometimes I knocked them out of your mind with my words, sometimes I made you remove them by associating certain ones with your clothing. One time, your identity and self-knowledge left with your bra, and your freewill and ability to. Maybe I should have spoken my feelings, maybe if you knew how I felt. Maybe I should have told you how I truly felt deep in my soul before you had picked up and resettled in another city. Oh we still kept in touch, yet this grew more and more less frequent, until finally I heard nothing from you for some time. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, then quite suddenly, you appeared once again. No longer being attached myself, I slowly and carefully divulged more of my truest. More enjoyable.”“Don’t count on it,” Robert said, glancing at him. “You’re sitting with Stanley, so he can monitor you. I’ve noticed the two of you. If we leave you alone, you’ll flirt and toss around sexual innuendo. Word about you laughing at the world’s reaction to you will be on every network within the hour.”“My pressure just jumped another twenty points. Director Stanley’s not quite a comforting guy.”“No, this ... situation could either make or break the agency. He’s likely to be worse. Thanks Mrs. _____." He was dartingglances at my beautiful wife, and his eyes got bigger with every glancehe took."Billy," my wife's voice was not raised, but there was a tone of reproofin it. "What are you supposed to call me?" Uh" (apparently inevitably) "Cathy. I mean Cathy." That's better. Don't forget again, Billy."There was something there that caused my cock to twitch. She was going tobe in charge of whatever happened. Could Billy be a potential submissiveto my wife as well as a fuck.