“What the hell, the whole box,” I joked.“You expect me to use twelve condoms tonight? I am going to a very busy slut wife,” she laughed and ki...sed me.In the parking lot, I said she was free to do whatever she liked. The plan was for her to pick out a guy or table of several and become very friendly with them, and their hands would be welcomed all over her body.“When you’re with a guy you like, I want you to strongly hint you’re available for fucking.”“I’d be hesitant to go with him to his place. My legs, shaved smooth, had been shrouded in stockings, themicro-fibers hugging my legs and ever so slightly shaping them infeminine form. Turning me on the stool, Mistress graced me withher loving and powerful gaze. Wordlessly, she reached down andbrought a five-inch high-heeled pump before my face. Knowing myduty, I began to lick the shoe, tasting its leather and loving itas a fetish object. After I had licked the shoe clean, Mistresshad me bend over the stool. Rubbing the shoe all over my. Especially when the subjects included big tits and asses. My discovery of the kinkier side of the internet occurred about the time that my lovely lady began to lose her sexual drive. Once every three months was becoming her norm. And, I was getting frustrated. Not only were the occasions dwindling, but by spending time on the internet my deeper desires were surfacing. No longer was I satisfied with one-on-one, missionary-style, male-female scenarios. . I not only wanted to fuck more. " I started walking again, and Dawn went with me, still holding my hand."So you're saying that everything you do, you do with the ultimate goal of making yourself happy in the long run." Pretty much." I nodded."Why do I feel like we've had this conversation before?"That niggling thought in the back of my mind sprang to life, and I grinned. "I think we did. At the end of last year when you thought you were becoming a self-centered bitch."Dawn blushed and looked down. "That's right. The day we.