??Thank you, Carol, but I’ll try to get to my place or a hotel.??Please, boss? My domestic lord and master is at home today cooking, and I doubt if ...ur guestswill be able to make it. He will be devastated if his cooking is not appreciated.?1 of 13Fantasy Web Site?Won’t you appreciate it???Of course, but my approval doesn’t feed his ego. Please??Since I really was not looking forward to fighting my way to a lonely and quite messy apartment,I accepted her gracious invitation. Little did I know. Joe held up his hand."Not so fast, my slut. We promised to train you, and we've done our jobs. However, we have something new to teach you and some remedial work. You're going to learn a bit of submission, and we're going to get me balls deep in all your holes. I've been balls deep in your ass, now I want your mouth and your cunt." Without waiting for a response, he wrapped his hand into my wife's hair and began dragging her towards the bed. "I'm gonna be pretty hard on her, but don't worry. Would you be willing to help walk me to my bungalow if I'm close to death?"She laughed, "Hahahaha! Yes, for sure. Can't have you face-plant or I'd be in trouble for serving you too much!"I basically spent the night at the corner side of the bar making small talk with Vivian. We talking about anything and everything. She would serve a bunch of people, then come back to me, and that kept going for the whole evening. By midnight she started to partake in shots with me. We started with Polar Bears. " It sounds like I should be hoping to lose!" said Stu with a laugh. "But you've got a bet." We shook on it.Stu's mother, Lynne Masterson, was every bit as sexy as I had said. She'd been very young when she'd married his father, and was only 36 now. Stu's father had left when Stu was only a baby, and Mrs. Masterson had had to raise Stu and his older sister Sheri on her own. Sheri was a freshman in college now, so she was out of the picture. Mrs. Masterson was an artist; she had a studio set up.