I glanced at that cover only for a moment and put it away. Later I collected all dirty magazines and threw them out. That night I was laying in bed ha...f asleep next to my passive husband. I couldn`t fall asleep, I kept on seeing that cover of the magazine in front of me. A woman with that humiliating sign on her chest. I was thinking about her happy face and it was turning me on, I was jealous and curious. I got up, went down stairs and took that magazine out of the trash. It was a bit damaged. Both enjoyed ponyplay, and he brought his thighs up high, at a rightangle to the ground, prancing for his Mistress. His cock floppedagainst his thighs and his balls bounced as he moved, and he knew howvery foolish he must look.Once more at her feet, where he knew he belonged, he moved into a sortof dreamy, relaxed, and happy state and was not thinking much aboutwhat, exactly, she had in mind for the day. He loved her to make thosedecisions, with him obeying to the absolute best of his ability.. Let's say for the sake of argument that I do. Why should I tell you anything?" Please! I'm desperate! Is she inside? Can you take a message to her?"The woman gave him a stern look, but his desperation was evident and struck a chord with her. "I know Charity, but she's not here tonight." Do you know where I can get a hold of her? Please, I'll do anything."She stared at him for a while before saying, "Come on," and heading back towards the bar. Sal quickly got out of his car, locked it and. It was an attractive woman, very attractive. She had curves where they should be and what I would define as having a tight body. She has light brown hair stylishly cut with soft brown eyes. She was not a woman who would turn all the heads, but would absolutely demand a second look.“Yes, can I help you?” I ask.“Mike, you don’t recognize me?” she says with a big smile, "it’s Maria Taylor; we went to school together through High School.”My mind was spinning trying to put the face and the name.