You got up to get another drink, and half-jokingly asked if you could get your masters another one. "Yes, slave." I answered. "But your serving wench ...utfit must be worn." We all laughed as you left, but when you returned the laughter stopped. You had the drinks, but they were soon forgotten as Will and I drank in your outfit. A sheer gown revealed a black corset, black hose, and your special black bra with the rings surrounding your hardening nipples. We were speechless, but only for a minute.. I feigned interest for a little while, but mainly I looked at them. They sat side by side on a two-seater sofa, but stared intently at the screen, not touching at all, like you would expect married couples to do. Occasionally they exchanged some remark, Greg even asking me something once or twice.Eventually I transferred my attention exclusively to Emily. Greg had changed into casual clothes, but Emily was wearing the same kind of thing she always did; a blouse, navy blue this time, a black. If she wakes up, during this adventure, she will shoot you.’ ‘In that case, the barrel will have worked. She will have woken up and I will be a very happy man.’ ‘In that case, you will also be out of your fuck in mind. Paul, you go with him. Make sure he doesn’t kill himself, or let Patty kill him. I’ll fly to helicopter to the field, and you can fly it home.’ ‘Are you getting a little ballsy, Rita? I know you are close, but you don’t have your license, yet.’ ‘It’s less than 10 minutes from the. It seemed poor Marcos was out-numbered and out-gunned. John wanted to laugh and tell his poor partner to take the damn apple and stop trying to resist the inevitable. Let us not even question who wins this battle. Women are like Napoleon in these affairs. We can only conclude that poor Marcos was outflanked, out numbered and at a severe disadvantage being a man. Had he continued to resist we all know the consequences. No sex and banishment to the doghouse. Without so much as a serious skirmish.