Alice erschien wie immer pünktlich und sah die Frau und mich an der Tür.Als die Frau und ich am See ankamen, ließen wir uns nieder und gingen dann ...um Abendessen in ein spezielles indisches Restaurant, das ich sorgfältig ausgesucht hatte. Hier kam der erste Teil des Plans: Meine Frau ist allergisch auf Erdnüsse. Meine Frau überprüfte die Speisekarte und fragte den Kellner, ob sie Erdnüsse in verschiedenen Gerichten verarbeiteten, und er verneinte es, das gäbe es bei ihnen nicht. Also bestellte. She made it abundantly clear that our marriage is over.”“But why?”“She no longer needs me. She has her Fellowship and everything is ‘perfect’, or so she told Doctor Barton yesterday.”“That makes no sense!”“You’re telling me? She won’t talk to me. She won’t talk to Kara. She won’t talk to Al.”“I am going to go down to the ER this afternoon and beat some sense into that stupid girl!”“Just watch out,” I said. “The claws and fangs are out. For everyone. I guess she still needs Al Barton until she. I started the night as normal, get hard and stroke myself while I read thestories. But what stood out this night in the stories I was reading involvedusing different objects to masturbate with. Some used fruit, others used sextoys, etc. The ones that caught my attention were the ones about prostatemassaging. Fingers, a friend's/significant others fingers, dildos, butt plugs,flashlights and tools. I was like "Isn't that kinda gay?" Well my curiosity gotthe better of me and I went to a reference. I felt so relieved my eyes began to tear upagain. She noticed and handed me a tissue. "Careful of your mascara," she said. "We wAnt to keep itlooking nice, don't we. You worked very hard to give that to meand I don't want you to damage your gift to me." Yes, Mistress," I blotted it gently, "I see that you've given me all your body hair, even yourmoustache, so that you've now dedicated the way you look topleasing me. Never mind what others may think about how youlook. Isn't that so?".