But the reality is different than your idea of it – it is much more – well – real. You remember that at one time as you peed, I had called you m... pet. ‘You are my darling pet,’ I had said. And ‘My beautiful filly.’ Odddly – or not so oddly at all – the thought makes you feel cherished now. You slide your hands under my robe and begin to kiss me deeply. You buttocks feel bruised from the chair and in your excitement, you squirm slightly on my lap. But I can tell you are being careful – you are. She cocked an eyebrow at me, both concerned and excited at the same time. "Remember, Master, we aren't home now. There may be people watching or who come by and catch us," she said. "I don't know if we can do anything like that here." I knew what she meant by "like that", and so I assured her that what I had in mind wasn't going to hurt anything. About that time, an older couple came by our site on their evening walk. I waved a friendly hello to the pair, while his eyes bugged out a bit at. He would never live downthe humiliation.And it was not only sex they were talking about; it was sex withstrangers. It was Helen's suggestion that he should go out and have sexwith the people he was meeting in clubs. Frankie interrupted his wife's voice. "Helen, you make this out as easy.It's not some simple task. I mean, is all of this really necessary? Idon't understand how learning to please some man in the sack is going toimprove our marriage. How is my learning to play 'Up Periscope' with. I've been thinking about you too... About how you kissed me three days ago... You came to my bed to honor your promise? Wow..." Well... Someone I respect very much taught me how important it is to honor promises. But it's not just that. I wanted to come anyway. I've been having a battle these last three days with my old urges to be promiscuous, something I haven't had to fight in years. I think you're cute! But I won the battle. I didn't come here for sex; that would be grossly inappropriate. I.