Master removed his clothes as well then, undressing while I watched and I thought I understood finally. He desired me, that was all, perhaps as a woma..., even though it seemed to me that I was much more attractive as a dog. Still, the idea of my Master wanting me was a tonic to my nerves and I relaxed, smiling just a little as I waited for him.He did make love to me then and it was much as I remembered it to be from my previous life. Master was quiet and gentle, touching me all over and spending. She asked if we should bet dinner and I said, "No way. You would lose on purpose just so you could make chicken and waffles. You better be running or I'll start calling you chicken legs and waffle ass." I'm running but I get your point. Everything in moderation." she said."You should have seen Dani run. She is so fast for a girl. I couldn't believe when I looked back and she was still with me. I thought I would blow her away in the first mile and a half and then coast the rest of the race. She. I'm a sucker for flattery, even the total-BS kind.The hostess showed us to our table, a booth way in the back corner that could have been in a rain-forest for all the plants around it. I didn't know if this was something Andrew had arranged or if the hostess was just giving us the usual 'man taking mistress to dinner' table, based on the obvious difference in our ages.Of course, as soon as I thought of it like that, my stupid libido started making suggestions. I tried to ignore it, but some of. "How about you Jon would you mind if I would get naked in front of your wife" he asked me. Now I was starting to think that he was actually serious and I remembered my wife's curiosity. I told him to go ahead, safe in the knowledge that even if he was not joking he had already told me that his cock was also just 6 inches. Stan then took of his underwear and threw them across the room. My wife and I laughed along with Stan. "this is so much better" Stan told us "why don't you take of yours too.