What had gone wrong? She had thoughteverything was going great. Obviously it wasn't. Watching him leavelike that drilled a hole a mile deep into th... pit of her stomach - as ifher whole life had just walked out on her.What did he mean she didn't care? She cared tremendously! Couldn't hesee that? Men! That was part of the problem. All they ever thinkabout is themselves! Wasn't everything she was doing to him - for him? Wasn't it all part of his fantasy? Why wasn't he appreciating. She began to reach behind herself, as if to remove the bra but I stopped her, asking what she did to prevent scratches from the dog`s claws? She said that the a****l normally wore special padded socks when it and she mated, but that tonight she had forgotten them in her haste. So I told her she was to remain like this her bra could remain and her stockings and belt, if in his urgent haste she became scratched it would be a reminder not to forget vital items in the future. She acknowledged my. Even at that, were still doing it at least a couple times a night. When there are conferences in town Randy has to work late, getting up before dawn several days in a row. During those days, we abstain from rigorous sex. Being accustomed to regular sex almost daily, by the second or third day without it Im climbing the walls. I practically attack him when he comes home on that last day. A couple weeks ago, he had to return to Washington, D.C. (the same place we just left) for a week-long. ".He hesitated as he noticed that my hair was down and I was looking directly at him. I stopped him and replied, "Don't worry...", and I turned him around and we headed back to the conference room.As we entered, I could see that my co-workers had concluded that they had made a very bad mistake. But as they saw me holding my head up and making eye contact, a sense of relief seemed to sweep over each of them. I slowly walked to the near end of the table and set my hands on it, assuming a position.