? ?Yes, Milady. Would you like me to bring a cane now, or after desert?? His eyes are sparkling. ?Bless you, darling, but you know I d...n't play angry. Besides, it's Friday.? He vanishes the dishes and sets a bowl of fruit salad and a cup of coffee before me, kneels a little further away, and folds down till I can stretch out my legs and rest my heels on his bent back. Peace soaks into me as I enjoy the perfect moment of a good meal, pleasant surroundings and a loving slave at. ‘Like my Lycra shorts, do you?’Elaine nodded.‘I want you to hear you tell me what you want. I want you to hear yourself say it,’ Olivia said.‘I,’ Elaine began, hesitating a little… ‘we won’t be disturbed?’‘Chill! I’m not recording it. There’s no-one listening at the door, and even if there was I couldn’t give a fat shit. Come on!’‘Well, Olivia. Emma said that you have no problem kissing?’‘No. I’ve been regular kissing my fat dumpy neighbour next door, while her husband’s at work. For like two. We had been married eighteen months when our sex life nose-dived. Deep down I knew it was not me because I looked after myself kept in shape and still had a part time modeling career.Bit by bit the truth was beginning to dawn on me as when on the few occasions we actually did something physical he wanted me to talk about sex with other men I had met, and he finished off by masturbating as I told a pack of lies.I Googled his conditions and arrived at my husbands fetish, he fantasized when I left. .. Well, anyway, right now,” she said in a more determined tone, taking firm hold of his swelling cock, “If you can stop daydreaming about one or both of us having sex with my former lover, I’d like your tongue on and inside me for a while. Depending on how well you perform, we’ll see what happens next. And then, I believe, we have some actual work to do.”Several hours later he was focused on sources of high-quality rosés — he’d spent much of the last hour on the phone with importers — when.