Usually, in my experience, we tell each other episodes from our past which get more detailed and probably more embellished, as we each get comfortable...with things. Early on I told my first wife about my love of wearing feminine undies. I can’t say it turned her on much but she didn’t object and enjoyed the fact that it helped me stay hard longer. She told me that she had some lesbian lovers when she was younger but she was reluctant to tell me more even though I was very turned on by the. “Hi Angela, I’m Frank. Welcome to our house. We’re here to help you, and not like you’ve been helped recently. You are in a safe place where no one can hurt you, okay?” “Yes… but whatever my Master did was for my own good, he was trying to make me better. He gave me many new experiences and taught me that I could handle things I never thought I could. He was just stretching my boundaries. He is going to be quite upset with me, and George will be too. Please take me back.” “He was stretching. Steve opened and handed out the beers and the men relaxed in the deck chairs as they watched their wives dance. “Steve, I have to ask. How did you end up with such a lovely woman as Beth?” “Well, I have a few side businesses. One of them is publishing. I publish men’s magazines. We don’t do anything tasteless or raunchy, but mostly nudie cutie type stuff. That’s how I met Beth. She modeled for us a few times, and knew I had to get to know her better. “We only dated for three months before I. At last, I settled on the idea of having breakfast ready for him when he woke up, and if he stayed a little while, well... The robe is one of those short, thin, sexy things that is really the only true extravagance I had indulged in since I'd come to the town. It fell against my body almost like a liquid, and was cool and clingy. When I fashioned it by wrapping it between my breasts and around me, like I did now, it seemed to accentuate my assets to perfection. But then, of course, no one else.