" It was a real pleasure. You wife is an excellent cook." Dayle is taking my recipe for coconut fudge pudding," interjected Mrs.Thomas. I looked at Ca...la who managed not to smile."Do you have anywhere you must go this evening, Dayle?" asked Mr.Thomas. "I've been trying to persuade Carla to stay for the evening. Shemore or less said it depends on you." Well, I ---," I began, trying to catch a clue from Carla."We could have a first-rate game of Bridge! Get out the cards, Martha,and we'll show. The next Saturday morning I was on my way to her house. I was thinking about all the stuff Jessica had told me. I had fantasized about Sheryl a little bit in the time after Jessica told me everything. I imagined how she would look using a whip or giving a spanking. I didn't know how, but I knew I had to find someway to let Sheryl know I was into whipping and spanking. I was a little shy about it, but I had a golden opportunity. I arrived at her house about 10 am. She answered the door looking. "Do you still love me in the cold light of day?" Desperately," he sighed, not turning around. All he wanted at the moment was to relieve his bladder and brush his teeth. It occurred to him that he couldn't offer her a toothbrush. He wasn't used to guests staying the night."Come back to bed," she said, letting sharp fingernails trail over his back."I have morning breath," he said."Ugh. I probably do too," she said.He didn't confirm her guess. Things were awkward enough already."Shit!" she. “Please, Sir, would you sit down or lift your foot for me?” she begged. “I want to please you, Sir, but I can’t get your shoes off if you won’t help me, Sir.”He laughed again, the clear, youthful gaiety cutting through Bridgette like a knife. She didn’t know why humiliation always made her wet, but it did. The more worthless he made her feel, the harder she tried to please him, to earn some small acknowledgement that she wasn’t completely worthless. Her fingers toyed with her clit, even if she.