"Sweetie, that's not fair," she said quietly.Ade sat on the picnic table nearby, hoping he'd join her, but he stayedsome distance away. She lit a ciga...ette and picked the gravel from thebottom of her feet."You don't get to decide my friends for me, Steve."His shoulders drooped, making him look even more cartoonishly dejected."It's like I don't even know who you are sometimes."She rolled her eyes in frustration: "Oh grow up will you. What's thisbullshit all of a sudden?"He gave up being distant. She then began to list her conditions.I would become her love slave.All my male underwear will be thrown out when we returned home.The only male clothing I would wear would be those essential for my job,and an occasional social gathering.I would have to accompany her to purchase my new wardrobe to make sureeverything fit. Everything would have to be tried-on at the store.We would only have sex when and how she wanted it.She would control if and when I was allowed to satisfy myself.I would move. We just watched Mark and Gina for a second. He whispered something in her ear. "Until tonight, my love," he said. Shit, another relationship in the clique? Next, some guys gonna shave his head bald!We just spent the entire day swimming, and then we spent our last night there at the hotel before going back to New York. I knew just what to do.At 1 AM, once everyone was asleep except me and Jane, I egged her on to go to the shower. She knew the drill. We tip toed to the shower. We, this time, got. He would make mekneel in front of him and beg to smell his balls. He would make me tell himhow I needed to breathe in his big black ball smell, how I would go crazywithout it. When he gave me permission, he would watch as I desperatelyburied my nose in his balls and smelled them, breathing in deeply the muskof black maleness. He loved this show. He loved the fact that I was soaddicted to his cock and balls that I would kneel and beg like a dog forpermission to worship his balls. It was like I.