” “And you changed the tire for her?” “Sure why not?” “No, you did the right thing, what I like about you is that you are such a nice g...y. I’m pretty sure that it’s what attracted Audrey to you as well. That’s something to build on as you repair the damage to your marriage. Let that nice guy out more. Okay, what happened with Madonna?” “Her spare tire was one of those little doughnut thingies and so I had her follow me to a tire place where they plugged her tire and put everything back. His jeans and T-shirt were gone and in their place Richard was now dressed in a halter-top and a tight leather skirt. It was also easy to see a bra under the halter-top. As I watched, his lips darkened to a deep red and eyeshadow appeared. "Never mind that now," I told him as I bundled him into the passenger seat. The car Richard had imagined for me was a beat-up wreck, but I managed to start it first time. I floored the gas and squealed into the street. The car rang as something slammed into. But after Sarah stripped off her clothes and assisted in thestripping of his, and the fell into each other's arms in a writhingheap of kissing and fondling, an odd disorientation descended on Tyler. The same seemed to happen to Sarah, and while it was gradual, thepassion seemed to dissipate. Even lighting a More didn't seem to beable to rekindle the heat they had experienced earlier, and ultimatelythey awkwardly and silently adjourned (Tyler to the kitchen, Sarah tothe back patio) to finish. You know ... ruin me. Some humiliation is hot, yes, but there’s a loving balance. You ... and Naomi ... and Jess, you’d know how to manage it, you know. I need a ... hotwife, a Domme wife, yes.“I need to submit and to serve, perhaps even more than Jessica does. My sex life would be completely controlled by you guys, especially Naomi, who would be my direct Mistress as well as my wife, you see,” Darrell bit his lower lip as he confirmed what he had said before about being a sub.“Directly, yes,.