I can do nothing except obey her. It’s what I want. And what she loves.I wash her hair and body in the shower. Then I lie naked on the bed, watching...her. She doesn’t look at me. It’s like I don’t exist anymore. She dries her hair and then chooses a short, red backless dress with a plunging neckline in which she looks stunning. There's no way she can wear a bra with it and anyway, doesn’t want to. No man will be able to resist her, and she knows it.She pulls on her stockings and a very brief. And we have plenty to do to get ready for the winter.’ ‘How many times did we make love last night, Tse-k’?’ she asked, grinning impudently. ‘I lost track.’ ‘Seven, of course. With each other. Although I think we both became unconscious toward the end of the last one.’ She slipped from my arms and climbed out of the water, giggling as she troweled the water from her skin with her hands. ‘And now we have a long walk home! I am so sore you may have to carry me.’ ‘I can do that,’ I said, stepping. There was somecantaloupe, yogurt, and some granola to put on theyogurt on top of the fridge. Not a bad breakfast at all.Next, I put some Earl Grey in the Keurig and drank someOJ while it brewed. It all tasted so good! Excellent wayto start the day.I took a seat at the breakfast table and as I ate,Caesar came in the room with a sleep look on his face.He sniffed the various smells and decided on having abite to eat from his bowl along with a drink of water.He was too tall to get under the table. Darla and I had talked for years about such fantasies, weaving them into our foreplay, and so when Dr Wagner mentioned that he needed a volunteer, I was sure Darla would like the idea. And did she! I can still remember her squeal of delight as I told her just what the job would entail.We were driving to the clinic this afternoon, Darla and Dr Wagner in front, I in the back, and Dr Wagner was reviewing a few last-minute details."The clinic provides suitable clothing," he was saying. "Designed to.