I wanted her to be totally relaxed when she arrived, maybe even a little tipsy… or even a lot tipsy… and the men could have a great time playing w...th her. Something inside of me had gotten very excited about the thought of what these men were going to do to my slave tonight… for the last few days, I had been fantasizing about Suzanne getting the “shit fucked out of her.” I knew it was not a great thing for me to think, but I couldn’t help it. As of today, right now, this moment, she was my. I guess I was starting to try and justify my actions. Was it really so wrong to live a bit, to be able to enjoy my body and others. I can still recall my daughter holding me after she had performed oral sex on me and had given me pleasure that I did not know was possible to feel. Her warm body holding me after I regained consciousness and her gentle kisses to my neck as she ran her fingers through my hair. With a start I realized that my hand was cupping my coochie and I was grinding my clit. I had found out her name meant "morning radiance" and believe me - the name fit her perfectly! I asked her if she was free after work for a drink, but she had another flight to make."Well, thank you Asami for keeping me company. You made the flight a lot more enjoyable," I told her.Thank you too, John. It was nice to have someone to talk to. Most of our passengers go to sleep on these long flights. It can be very boring," she said.We parted ways when the plane landed, and I was sure that I. In public she tries to maintain the illusion that she is the devoted wife and Im the boss in our relationship&hellip, but in reality she calls all the shots and only lets me do what she wants me to do. In public she always agrees with me but she uses a code to let me know what she really wants. Whenever she smiles and says Yes dear while putting the accent on the yes but elongating the dear, that means that if I even think about doing what I want, shell make my life a living hell. And let me.