What I’m saying is . . . .’ ‘You want me to be your mistress.’ Andrea responded. ‘I’d be delighted to be your mistress. You know how to ma...e me feel good and oh lord it’s been so long since I’ve felt really good.’ ‘No,’ I replied, ‘I don’t want you to be my mistress.’ ‘What then?’ Andrea asked impatiently, ‘What would you have me as?’ ‘I’d much prefer us to be lovers.’ I replied Andrea smiled and said, ‘I like that better too. David, you certainly know how to make a woman feel good about. ?The other night, you agreed that you wanted your choices taken away,? I told her. ?If that is so it doesn’t matter what I am doing or why I am doing it. With no choices there is no need to know anything other than what I wish of you.? Melissa nodded as I spoke. ?Essentially, if you have no choices the what, why and where is immaterial. Does that make sense???It does to a degree,? she said. ?But I can see where it might be a detriment, as well. Are you saying this should apply to. Same as most people, a shame too; sex is fun. You trace a hand down Kalli’s body over her shoulders to the small of her back; further, you squeeze her ass. You wait; she doesn’t protest. Your lips find hers; soon the two of you are locked in a tongue-twirling kiss. You feel like a teen again; nothing exists outside of the two of you. Not the restaurants a few yards away, not your wife or children. No job or boss or friends or responsibilities. None of that - all that exists is the taste. Gerald told me I danced seductively and looked ravishing. I did love losing myself to the music; and being brazenly in the public gaze with an older man. I had discovered the joys of exhibitionism; and Margo had recognise that.The cruise had got away to an exciting start; I felt my life was expanding.The Norwegian Fiords were awesome. For Margo and I especially, this was a real taste of an exotic land. We had stood out on deck, arm in arm, as the S S Coronia slid us silently past majestic.