But after last night I felt at adistinct disadvantage if I was to argue with her. It seemed that it wasme that was to be the recipient of her dominanc... and I just could not,in any way, shape, or form, come up with a 'no' that meant anything toher. She, in common parlance, rode over me like a train. The dream Ihad had affected me too. It was so vivid that I was almost frightenedof her.That night was a replay of the first. I wasn't so shy in front of heras I had been, actually kind of enjoyed. She turned and walked back to the table, and stood behind the seat she had just vacated, 'Since we have had this open discussion about sex, how about you and I going to the city and buy me some sex stuff'?My mouth fell open, 'Your grandmother would have slapped me, if I asked her that', I said in reply, and at that moment my husband walked into the kitchen, his eyes falling on his daughters pert behind, she was leaning across the chair back, so I could imagine what was on show.I had a strange. The turquoise cups wereembroidered in white lace and the top of the cups were adorned with twostraps; a unique design that would be rendered ridiculous on a breast-free crossdresser, but that settled in on top of her delightful growingglobes as if they were made to draw men's attention to Veronica'scleavage."Oh God, I really am getting cleavage," she declared to no one inparticular. The realization made her stop momentarily as she fought backa tear. Her emotions had been in complete turmoil. Ass?" "What was that?" She moved over to the seat next to mine and whispered, "Has Rob ever taken you in your ass?" "Amy, I am shocked that you would ask such a thing." She turned seven shades of scarlet and went to go back to her seat. I grabbed her hand, "Just teasing. And...” I leaned into her ear, "the answer is yes. Rob has had my ass. While he didn't do it on that occasion, yes we sometimes do that. Variety, Amy, variety." "That was one of the things I read about. I will admit that got me.