As she sat down I approached her and asked if there was anything specific she'd like to see. She handed me three samples.Women are funny about shoes, ...ou know? They like to look and shop, and admire and try on, and look and shop some more. Up until that day I liked men shoppers better. They come in to buy. They try on one pair, maybe two, make their purchase and leave.I figured I was in for a half-hour of running back and forth to the stockroom, opening boxes, and all. What crap. If I had only. Kay pleaded with Raymond to pay for her divorce and they get married at once.Raymond looked at Kay with pity as he explained I thought you understood that I am happily married with two happy girlfriends and my special friend. He looked into her eyes and said why would I want a slut who would commit adultery on me as my wife. I thought you were just a slut wanting to putout. Kay with tears in her eyes said you told me you loved me. Raymond answered Kay with; all whores and sluts like to hear. I never completely relinquished my masculinity.. she'd lose all respect for me, and I definitely didn't want that. I wanted... well, there it is. It was what I wanted. So who was ever actually submitting? Sure, I wanted other people involved in our game, but they would always be oblivious to the 'game' at hand. There had to be rules.. true love is too precious a thing.'It wouldn't hurt to try hon.. I mean...' 'Oh for fuck sake' she interjected, 'come here and kneel down by the side of the. "Do you know why you aren't paying attention?" I asked."Because all I can think about is your cock!" she said."My rod, you mean?" I asked."Your gorgeous, big, fat, thick, long, cream oozing, Rod!" she said,joyously."Young lady, you'll have to get over it or you won't graduate," I said."If I can come here for discipline every day, I don't want to," shesaid."Remove your shirt," I said."What?" she asked."I said REMOVE YOUR SHIRT," loudlyShe looked at me like I was going off script and slowly.