He had laid out an outfit for me but I quickly noticed that there was no bra or panties and a skirt that was barley appropriate for work but what te h...ll it’s my birthday and I have to work so I was going with it. I quickly dressed as I was now running late to work. I kissed the k**s and headed out the door. My husband caught my hand before making it completely out the door and pulled me back and in tight to him. He kissed me deeply and very passionate almost buckling my knees all the while. Probably some kind of padding to stop myclaws. My wrists were bound together by another pink ribbon. The wholeridiculous outfit was completed with a pink ribbon tied around the end ofmy tail. What the hell was going on?That's when I heard voices outside."Ok honey, you know how you've always wanted a pet to play with AND alittle sister to dress up like a living Barbie?" a man's voice asked."Yes Daddy!" an excited girl replied."Well today, you get both, in one!" And the one door to the room. Friday finally rolled around and it was about 7:00pm when she showed up. After all the cheerful hello's and a tour of my house, we settled on the sofa and talked half the night away. We talked about everything under the sun. When the subject turned to sex, my juices really started flowing and as I found out later, hers did too! It turns out that neither of us had had sex since our divorces, except with our toys. We were laughing and joking about our ex-husbands and how they performed in the. No, looking is the wrong description as it would suggest that I was seeing and the truth is that I have witnessed nothing at all. The noise of the children arguing downstairs washes over me like as though some audible tide is forever on the turn. Only the slam of the front door as it settles back in its frame after the children have exploded out of it does my attention re-focus to the room. I walk languidly as the torpor and stupor of my self-imposed exile with in loosens me to allow a change.