Ever since she had brought other people into our private game, she had increasingly grown more perverse in her scenarios. I thought dressing me as Slu... had been a onetime thing; now it was required every Fantasy Weekend. Watching Masters and other Mistresses in action had seemed to validate her treatment of me, as well as providing her with a host of new ideas.My wife Chris had quickly discovered that she enjoyed the power of being totally in charge, and our sex play had become her exercise of. I thought there must be some meaning there, as Angela had divined me from her own dreams. She'd sought and found me, guided by the subconscious yearnings of her heart. Couldn't mine be just as profound?"You should forget them," Angela told me.We were in Portland, hunting, and it was early, a mere hour after sunset, and we walked near the river as it moved through the heart of the city."I want to remember them," I said, holding her hand as we moved through a small park."It's your constant. I fantasized more and more about the idea of Amy getting advanced enough to take some monster toys. This whole adventure had been over a good amount of time, and the repeated use of the toys and stretching was now starting to wear on her pussy. At this point her pussy probably could have used a break, but she would even play on her period. The only time her pussy ever really got a break was the day or two each month when her period was at its heaviest, or after a rough session when she would be. I never came close to that mark the other nights I repeated the process.The following Wednesday was the last day of the summer testing. I only had to make the two morning runs. At the noon run, I shut down each test station, packed them up into the cases and loaded them in the back of the truck. At the last station, I was torn between whether to stroke off one last time or hurry home to my girls. I knew Pepper would still be at work, so I decided to strip down one last time and walk the 100.