As she left the stage the club manager announced that she had indeed won, and that she would be presented with the money in about an hour's time. ... Juan and I finished our drinks and then went backstage to congratulate her. We heard a lot of noise coming from the manager's office and walked in to find my naked wife getting fucked by the manager, on his desk, while another four guys watched. She was on her back with her feet almost touching her ears, moaning slightly as the randy. He enjoyed her company these past few months. His feelings for her grew every day. They talked a lot. She seemingly took a genuine interest in him, which made him very comfortable. Mike began wondering if this was love. Gently he rapped on the door.Head bowed, Mike heard the knob turn. Slowly the gateway opened. Mike's heart beat increased rapidly as a pair of boots stood in front of him. Tentatively his head began to rise. He took in every curve, every nook, and every cranny. He feasted on her. I had to sit down.I replayed in my mind the earlier encounter. I clearly recalled my feelings of dread and the chills that went through my body when that bitch went off in that weird language of hers.Had she somehow cursed me? Was that even possible? Was she a witch or what?I looked at my cup of breastmilk latte and shook my head.No. I was going insane. This was just a trick of the mind. A very odd one, but no way. Perhaps it was just regular breastmilk and I had… triggered something. Yeah,. " ...And I'm Miss America."We laughed together. I'll be honest. We are all looking for our otherhalves, the yin to our yang. We crave the authority, the power of aMistress. But if it isn't there, well, another sissy can be fun, too.What did Colin call it? Flamingoes. That's it.Birds of a feather.* * *Sometimes, you don't think about sex. Sometimes, you don't think aboutlove.Sometimes, friendship is enough.And so it was that I started to hang around with Jessi Parsons, a girl Imet in French lab.