. that my dear is the ultimate orgasm giver and I think we better leave that one until tomorrow". She pouted but knew better than to disobey my wishes... " So my dear the room is yours " I said and sat back in a chair and punched the remote and the screen came alive with a 6' image of my slave multiplied by the mirror images and as she moved the camera kept pace with her and she realised that another audience was watching her and everything she did. "Mmmmmmm, so many different toys" she said - a. I understand how that happens...”“I wondered,” Tamara mused, “the way she looks at you ... she really cares about you, Gene.”“She does ... and ... Marcus ... he feels for you what you say you feel for him?”“Yes. He is married, his wife is out there, somewhere, but ... he found in me what I saw in him, and ... we fell in love...”They were quiet a moment.Tamara broke the quiet. “Does it really change us, Gene? After all that we’ve been through ... does it change what we have?”Gene shook his head. I had gone alone; so I entered the place and asked for a drink.There were a few guys there watching baseball behind the bar. I began to chat with a young black guy in his early twenties…Twenty minutes later, my sensual wife came in, swaying her hips. My jaws dropped to the floor when I saw her very hot outfit. Ana was dressed to kill in a tight black dress and stilettos…She ordered a Margarita’s and sat down in one of the quiet corners. The young black guy, whose name was Aaron and me stared at. I sighed, “That my relationship with a girl back in Ohio was perfect, when in reality it was flawed at its very core.”“Do you know what you did wrong?” she asked.“It all depends on how I look at it, I suppose. In one sense, getting involved with her from the start could be seen as the mistake. But there were other mistakes I made and some big ones. I suspect the biggest one was not providing her with the support she needed at a crucial point which led her to do something that more or less blew.