It was an art form, Irealized, looking pretty. I got good at it! It felt joyous,making myself pretty for Laurie each evening when she was due homefr...m her office. Once when I was bringing her a pre-dinner cocktail she asked meunexpectedly if I ever wondered what kinds of sex she and Brendahad when they were alone in their bedroom. I suddenly realized I'ddone no speculating whatever about it -- the topic was both painfuland out of bounds. "Girl things," I replied vaguely. She looked. When they parted Craig looked into Robin's blue eyes. "What do you say we have each other for breakfast.”"What a lovely way to start the day," said Robin. Their bodies molded, without effort, into a comfortable 69 position. Robin resumed her work on Craig's cock while he buried his face into those dark blonde curls he'd admired earlier that morning. For the first time he tasted his cousin's sweet pussy.To Craig oral sex was a natural, enjoyable extension of lovemaking. He'd 'gone down' on. " I nodded. She took my coat and called a cab. The taxi driver was ranting about government and economy as I sat there with just one question on my mind, "What the fuck am I doing?" As though she knew what I was thinking, she squeezed my hand harder and gave me an 'It's alright' look. Even though, I was freaking out. Those full lips of hers, opening gently as she exhaled as the moon illuminated her cleavage. I was paralyzed. I became wet, imagining unbuttoning her vest and taking off her shirt.. She was tired of being the bossy bitch, but wanted to remainin control of her business life. Her solution was to advertise inthe Village Voice for a "master" to take control of her personallife, but not her professional life. She wanted to be secretlydominated, but under her conditions, of course. About a week after placing the ad, she received a call at theoffice from a man who called himself "WHIP." She reluctantly tookthe call, to find that he was answering her ad. She was excited,but.