?Get out of here, you emetic pig?.don?t come backuntil your appointment next week!? The fat woman ran out of the room, and MissPratt leaned back, sigh...ng in satisfaction. ?She really does cook well, Tegan.? Then Miss Pratt strolled towards Tegan?s sawhorse. TheTickler swung through the air. Tay was now really worried. This was the first time MissPratt ever dragged politics into their sessions. And here she was, TeganO?Kesan, Harvard Law Review editor, Miss Pottsville County, journalist, and. " Yes Miss," he replied and got to work clearing the table.The next hour was quiet, Claire and I sat in the living room once againwatching some random movie on the television. Eventually my father walkedinto the room and stood in the corner. I watched as Claire looked at herwatch and turned off the television. As she did my father walked to thecenter of the room, kneeled before us, and said, "Mistress I have been abad sissy, please punish me for my mistakes," as if reading from a script."Good. They have a drive to compete with other males of the species for the best mate – this isn’t so much different than what happens in the a****l kingdom. Most men have an innate drive to compete with other men when it comes to the “best mate” or the “most attractive woman”. With this being said, one of the reservations of most women who find out about their husband or partner’s Hotwife fantasy is that he is somehow “weaker” than the rest because he wants to give up his position as your only. “I have a surprise for you. Now here are the rules. You can’t move away from where you are. After our first toast, you can’t turn around and look at anything else. You can’t use your hands for anything but your champagne glass. And you can’t say anything—although I’ll make an exception for general moans and sighs,” I instructed.“You’re sounding kinky,” Melody said.“Fun!” Lissa volunteered. I handed them each a glass of champagne and we touched them together.“Here’s to my true loves,” I said.We.