"That's good, slave." Dominica released the button. "Now, see the little strap on the box? That goes around your neck, like a necklace. Put it on." Th... box hung from Daniella's neck like a rectangular pendant.Dominica held up the dildo, trailing the long plastic tube down onto the floor. She waved the dildo back and forth in front of Daniella's eyes, watching her gaze tracking the shiny, black tip. "You're wondering what this is for, aren't you? Go deeper, now, slave. Deeper... deeper... watch. ”At first, Dave didn’t say anything by way of reply, instead just giving Daryl a lop-sided tipsy smile. Then a different expression appeared, and I knew he was trying to decide, whether or not, to ask Daryl something. Realizing this indecision most likely meant it was a question about last weekend, I suddenly felt incredibly nervous. Holding my breath, I silently prayed that Dave would choose the path of discretion.But seeing the almost schoolboy-like smile that appeared on his face, I braced. He told us his story at one of our beer club meetings. One thing he said I ignored was to take off your 'rose colored glasses' and examine your marriage. Karen and I have three c***dren and have been married almost 28 years. Life was great.Karen is the only c***d of Ben and Alice Thompson. She came from a life of the rich and famous. Karen may be 49 but she could pass for 35.I'm not sure if I was raised middle class or not, but I was raised in a loving family. I grew up in a small town outside. It’s only because I’m so used to having work at 9am, and I like to take my sweet time waking up. Now, without a job, I just have to worry about interviews that are going to take up my time. I already know I have one scheduled at 12:00pm at a restaurant with some lady named Ms. Miller, for a lunch interview of all things. I do know this for sure- I’ve already had shitty luck so far, so why not show up a little baked so I can enjoy whatever shitty food they’re going to be serving for lunch.