”“It isn’t a duty and certainly a pleasure. Where would you like to go?” He asked pointing his Mustang east.“I liked the fun we have in Barn...y’s Bar.”“As my slutty wife?”“That too. I don’t mind if it’s just you and me together.”“Like most married couples? I’ll try to be a good boy and a better husband.”“You are already both, to me,” she smiled, caressing his right hand on the stick shift.Dan walked hand in hand with Lisa into Barney’s. The Bar was busy and they had to search for a good table.. Jack told me he was also a bodybuilder so really fit and totally smooth. This is a must for me if I'm going to really want a man. He must be smooth chested and ideally hairless all over his torso (and most of the rest of him preferably).Smooth, sexy, muscular and hung men do things to me. Most important of all for me is cock size. Size does matter. Of course it does. I need it big. I only want big cock. I'm a size queen and I can't help it. Jack had realised that for himself and told me Phil. I'd forgotten to call ahead and so had to hang out in the parlor while the house mom fetched Tamara. Once again, the ladies present didn't pay me more than minimal attention once they realized I wasn't a potential client. No one stared and no one avoided me. The lack of attention, positive or negative, was a little startling.Tamara gave me a huge hug when she arrived in the parlor."Good to see you, John! What brings you here?" Can we talk? Somewhere privately?" Sure. Want to come back to my. My displeasure shows on my face, i make no attempt to hide it. You hate that. Some think a 'good slave' will push herself to enjoy anything a Master tells her to do, and she should... but only if You tell her to. You explained it once to me; You own me, everything i feel, and -whether i like or dislike something- You own that feeling to, and it is Your right to know what that feeling is. It is also Your right to decide if You wish to keep doing what i don't like, to persist in Your pleasure.