This was no different than sitting on Tamara's couch.Angie returned with the beer and I gratefully wrapped my fingers around the glass. Angie was hold...ng hers expectantly in front of her. Oh, of course. I raised mine."Cheers!" I said.Angie smiled and we clinked glasses, then took our first sips."My, this is good," Angie remarked."A friend recommended it," I replied."You have good friends." That I do."I drank some more and thought about that. Maybe being just friends with Tamara would be pretty. ’ Her pace was picking up now, stroking faster, every stroke included her rubbing her palm over the tip of his penis. He began moaning as he felt yet another orgasm building. ‘Do things?’ He asked, his breathing speeding up, his hips bucked to meet each stroke of her hand, trying to bring himself closer to orgasm. ‘Like this,’ She said, nodding down to her hand. ‘She likes to play with us. Treat us like… well… dolls. I have to do this,’ She said, speeding up her strokes to an almost furious. B-T-W, (by the way) you need to take control of that bastard hubby of yours, too. You should be beating his ass, not the other way around!"She then tells me that she and Sam have a maledom domestic discipline relationship just like George and me. But, they also have a femdom dominant one, too. She says that she always whips Sam's ass whenever she catches him sucking cock. She said that she will be more than willing to help me change things around if I want."Well," I tell her. "I'm a natural. No one to see what goes on, just close enough to have the life of the city and just far enough that we can be totally naked on the front porch and no one will see. Do we live here? Yes. Do we take it for granted? Sometimes we do. I wake up at 5 am and notice you’re gone from my bed. I’m not worried. I know where to find you. You’ll be there on the porch on the swing, sipping your coffee, and enjoying the morning. I put on my warm, silky robe and head down the stairs. I stop in the kitchen to.