"We were just in the neighborhood and thought we would stop in and say'hi'!"Yeah, right! They lived on the other side of the country! Their just"jus... in the neighborhood" required a seven-hour airline flight and atwo-hour drive in a rental car!Still, it was good to see them again since it was the first visit we'dhad since Stephanie's birth three years prior.That first visit, a month after the birth, had probably been the secondmost memorable and strangest day in my life after the first time. No clicks and every friendly. There were gays, lesbians, CDs, TGs, couples looking, and straight at the club. Also, it was not a meat market. Yes, there were hook-ups, but not the blatant come-ones, one would normally see.About six years ago, I moved down here and her job moved her to California shortly after that. So much for my friend, I miss my dressing partner. She brought a lot of my clothes and pick out styles for me. She was great in that department. Regarding sex, about 7 years I was. . aahhh ... it’s a whopper, Master.” “And you like a whopper, don’t you slave?” “Yes ... uuuurrrrfff ... uuuurrrrfff ... Master.” It was clever. The Boss was driving Simone to the brink with his interrogation. Would she snap? “You like a whopper up you, don’t you, slave?” “Y-Yer ... esss ... mmmmff ... mmmfff ... y-yes, Master.” “Say it!” “I ... aaaghhh ... like a wh-whopper ... up me ...” moaned Simone. The Boss was smiling contentedly. “Well, like it or not, slave,” he said, “that’s what. At twenty eight years old she was a tall, thin, auburn haired beauty with bright brown eyes, shapely legs, a flat stomach and nice firm apple sized breasts capped with big pink nipples. She and her husband Ben were a normal suburban couple who had sex three or four times a month, mostly because that is all that Ben wanted. Ben was a lawyer with a fast track career who worked seventy hour weeks and made a lot of money. Enough money that Lisa did not have to work so she was home during the day in.