Should I call her? And say what? ‘Were you as aroused by naked yoga as I was?’ So, I did nothing.It fell to her, again, to take the next step. ...On Tuesday, she emailed me. “Want to get lunch?”I almost wept with relief. We were still good. “Sounds great,” I texted back. Hoping it sounded nonchalant.At lunch, Melanie talked about her friend, Rachel. “I think she really likes you. She couldn’t shut up about how well you did for a first yoga class. And she thinks you’ve got a cute. Drool now began to run out of her mouth and dribble down onto her naked, heaving chest.“That’s it, slut” Dave praised my wife, “Let’s see that drool. I want you really wet when before I throat-fuck you!”As unpleasant as this must have been for my wife, she was doing her best to accommodate Dave’s thrusting fingers. As her eyes filled with tears and her make-up began to run, she never broke eye-contact with her new Dom. I hate to admit it but the sights and sounds of my wife gaging on Dave’s. "Isn't it alittle late for coffee?"With a sheepish grin he answered, "It's Irish coffee."Ellen wasn't sure where this was going but was happy with the change.Then something popped into her head. "Wait a minute. I thought we wereout of coffee."With a saucy smile on his face, Heather took a sip from his cup andresponded, "We are."Taking Ellen by the hand he added, "Let's take this to the bedroom anddrink it in bed, there are things I want to discuss with you."Confused by the complete change in. So because men and women believed that the Snow Maid lived in a cold, beautiful house in a dark, snowy wood, so do I here in the World Below. But I also have power."Sometimes, when times are terrible in the World Above, a sacrifice is needed. They wait at the stone and lay down their lives to save their friends or kin. I take their lives. But they do not die. They live with me here."She sighed. "It has been a long time since a sacrifice was made. I suppose that is a good thing, but I grow.