"She was putting on a good show, but I knew she was on edge. She never used to babble on like that. "I go to Subway. I get onions on salads. I come ho...e. We make love. We eat. I go rent a film. While you are gone, I miss you and make a place for you in my house. Of course I can grill." Charles, the task list says we eat first and then make love. Always do it in the right order. There are reasons. Let's not get off on the wrong foot. Right? Can we review?" Cynthia, I love to provide sex and. .." she dissolved into a pool of tears as Dave walked over to her and set his hand on her shoulder. She looked into his eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry I was rude to you, Sir." She seemed like a new girl, but we were all knocked on our heels when she asked Dave tentatively, "WOULD you spank me, Sir? I know it would help my attitude." Dave nodded once, curtly as he sent Benji for a chair from my office. Dave took hold of her hand. "Tell me what you need, Sweetheart." She finished wiping her nose. Once realized, this didn’t go down well with either of us but least of all, Rosemary. We settled in a community populated with young professionals, like ourselves. We did all the suburban yuppy [a term coined at that time] things: barbeques, weekend evening cookouts, cards [duplicate bridge was big then, probably still is], wine and cheese parties, fondue parties [it was all the rage then], and such. Occasionally several of the men would play golf or go to a professional ballgame or race. She attacked with longer strokes, her grip firmer, and his knees started to buckle as he felt it beginning. She fondled his balls as they contracted up and suddenly he started to come, his juice spurted out to shower her breasts, someone else caught the next spurt and when offered she licked his sperm out of the hand, a gift of Christmas. Another spurt landed on her face and another hit her chin to drip in strings to the floor. Someone reached out to smooth in the semen on her chest. Another.