This change in my role would by itself have driven Chris and me to be much closer than before. Even when I was the crutch he leaned on during the most...difficult parts of his split and divorce from Kat.But of course, the fact that each evening after the four of us had finished dinner and discussing the day’s events, Chris and I would retire to bed and make love multiplied our growing closeness a million times over.Being totally honest, after twenty years with just one man, however much I loved. As the other party talked, he plucked at a nose hair and held it up to the window examining it. He laughed into the receiver. ‘Oh… yes, I know, but just who is Lambertson? Does he even exist? He never answers his phone, or returns my calls.’ After a moment of conversation Joe grimaced and said, ‘Yeah, okay. I’ll leave my number. But if I don’t hear from him by tomorrow morning, I’m tossing all the paper work on the project in the garbage.’ When the other party protested that type action, Joe. Now, your steak is at 3 o'clock, your vegetables are about 10 o'clock and your potatoes are under them at 8 o'clock. Your wine is up at 2 o'clock and about six inches from your plate. Your fork and spoon are on your right and your knife is on your left." Oh Master, thank you. That is so thoughtful of you!" she said. And I caught a bit of a catch in her voice.Dinner was wonderful just as I knew it would be and the company was even better. We talked about our lives growing up and how we came to. Within moments of reaching this wooded area she had opened my pants and extracted my cock which was already in a state of rigor mortis at the thought of this moment. I just didn't want to come too quickly. Her long slender brown fingers gently wrung my cock and I saw an expression of approval on her face. I knew that she prefered white men, although she never really explained this to me. I asked once out of curiousity but the subject was quickly turned to another matter and I never brought it.