I was wearing an Eagles football jersey with no bra, panties and jeans. I had never stripped before. So I started dancing around lifting up my jersey ...lightly exposing the bottom of my boobs, they were cheering me on telling me to take it off. My nipples were hard! I slowly lifted the jersey up and over my head. They cheered and I was getting into it thinking I might know how a stripper feels as guys look at them and appreciate what they see. I reminded them of the deal we made so they quickly. " I was, well, crushed."No, I don't think so. I think now I would have to say, what was that line Meg Ryan had in Top Gun? Oh yeah, 'She is one-hundred percent, prime-time, in Love with You'. Jimmy, your little chat with her last night just blew her mind. Before she just thought you were sweet. Now? You are the sweetest, most kind, wonderful, caring person to walk the planet since Christ. Of course she knows it was all a dream, just her mind clarifying the fantasy, but I think she is putting. Judy said she was kind of tired but would like a glass as well. After I had poured drinks for all of us and we were sitting around the family room again, Delia asked us if her help from two weeks ago had changed anything in the bedroom. I said, well, sort of. We had some good fun the next day, but then it was back to our usual routines. Judy chuckled and said, is it your usual routine to fuck the sitter before you go out? I chuckled and said, I hope so!. Judy explained, I just didnt want him in. It's like nothing else I've ever experienced in my life. I never knew how one persons absolute control could make me feel so calm and be such a stress relief. It's becoming something I crave. His dominance is reserved for me and my submission is for him. Only. No one else gets that from me. No one else sees that side. Only him. I am his to control and his to own. He knows what I need and some how, some way knows when I need it. As we explore our Dom/Sub roles, the limits have expanded to our.