He put all his work away, and resolved not to touch it until Monday morning. He left his study and went to the living room, poured himself a generous ...hisky and selected some loud Beethoven. Immersed in the surround sound and inhaling the scent of the single malt, he relaxed and felt good.Carol loved Beethoven; the thought crept in unannounced.Carol. He felt guilty. He had not thought about her since she left the house two weeks before. It was no excuse that he was buried in work every minute. "Level 2, please, Ronnie." Cynthia enunciated calmly, and the diatribeceased immediately."Ronnie tell my friend who you are!" Cynthia commanded her slave."Hello, I'm Ronnie - I'm Cynthia's slave. She captured me 3 weeks ago,and has been training me ever since." Tell her why you are dressed like that, Ronnie!"Ronnie paused to gather her thoughts and formulate her reply."I am dressed and transformed like a girl because my mistress wishes itso ....In my alternative existence, I am Ronald Atkinson. I watched Tim hammer my brides pussy for almost an hour while I finished my supper. I carried my plate into the kitchen while I hard penis stich out the front of my boxers. After loading the dishwasher I went back down stairs to check on my captive wife. I turned on the lights and Andrea closed her eyes quickly. Is the light to bright I asked . She shook her head yes. I slapped her ass cheek with my hand very hard. She jumped and that caused the dildo to jam up even farther. I adjust the stand. The spotlight itself was incredibly hot, so I got very warm very quick. She seemed to notice that I couldn’t hear her, because she arched upwards and wrapped her arms around my neck, then whispered into my ear: “I love you.” I felt my head swim. I didn’t know if this was part of the play or not, and I didn’t care. I felt accepted, loved, desired. I kissed her and she returned my kiss passionately. There was clapping from the audience, and cheers.I reached for her tits and started rubbing them,.