Rachel was full of surprises. Despite being upset at finding my stash of porn, she was bringing fantasies to life for me."On your knees. You will lear... proper respect for me." "Yes Mistress." I cried as I knelt before her. "Grovel at my feet. That's right, kiss them." I kissed her shoe. It was a black high-heeled pump. I removed her foot from the shoe and kissed her stocking covered foot. I could see her toenails were painted red. I don't have a foot fetish, but this was hot. I ran my fingers. ‘Waiting Damsel. I have an idea. We both are suffering from the same thing – loss, or I should say, lessening of our romantic lives. We both love our mates and will never leave them. But we also both know that right now they don’t have the time for the romance we desire. I think we should meet for one night. Just a few hours. No names, no details. Just one truly romantic encounter. ‘Just once, just once …before…’ Never again, no real names. Just one fantastic night, so that decades from now we. ’ ‘Of course, Dom, I forgot.’ Our branch of The Sons of Italy was giving our new Supreme Court Justice an award, and it was a command performance for the local Bar. I even sold Marty Haimowitz a ticket, after I bought us a round or two at the Scales. His wife Hannah refuses to attend any Bar functions, she says she is allergic to lawyers, and even Marty makes her itch (where, she didn’t say). **** Since I was going solo, as usual, I was sitting with the rabble. That was Marty, Jason Whittaker,. By the way my name is Katie." Laura" "Sara" "Nikki" we introduced ourselves."Why did he call you Kitty?" Nikki asked."It's a nickname my employees gave me" she explained."Your employees?" Sara asked."Yeah, I own this place" You run this entire place?" Nikki said in surprise."Every inch." she said."Cool." Nikki said."Why don't we go in the back and talk. You can meet the girls and have a look around." Katie said.We picked up our bags from the dimly light floor. "Are you guys going on a trip or.