I placed both hands on the clamps on her breasts. "On three, my slut! One...two...three!" A shattering cry rang through her bedroom, as I simultaneous...y released the clothes pins from her nipples. I moved my lips to kiss away the tears that now ran down her cheeks. I again whispered to my slut, careful not to draw her out of subspace. "You're mine, your wet pussy and tight asshole are all mine." Again, I began to passionately kiss my slut. I moved my lips down her body. This time, I did not. He really enjoyedthat.We agreed on a place to eat and I drove over. On theway, I asked him if he had a femme name. He said hehad not. I asked him if anything came to mind that hewould like. He seemed to be having trouble with it, soI suggested Dawn. He liked that name, so we agreedthat he would be Dawn for the rest of the night.When we got to the restaurant, I had him put myankle-straps back on. We walked in with his arm aroundmy waist and my hand on his ass. By the time we wentin, it was. Mac and Jet were heading out to Chicago soon to see his folks for Thanksgiving, but they had this weekend to hunker down and ride out the storm this weekend before making the drive.Mac grabbed bread, milk, cold cuts, a few thick steaks and some salad fixings. Oatmeal, cereal and fruit went into the cart next and he collected some chips, pretzels, ice cream, beer, soda and chocolate.As he scanned the aisles, a shelf of paperbacks grabbed his eye. Yeah, he could use a good book, or two, or a half. My wife then had a facial while I used the steam room and generally chilled out until it was time for our sixty-minute Thai massage. For our massage, we were introduced to our masseuses; both were tiny Balinese ladies who were beautiful and very tiny and spoke good English. The masseuse wore a tiny cream-colored robe that had a button-up front and barely covered her bottom, and her flesh-colored G-string was clearly visible when she made any movement. My wife and I were shown into different.