He demanded the hugs and kisses that were promised before she finished getting dressed. She whispered something to the bar owner and he led her to me... The bar owner was tall and black and sounded intimidating when he said, "Your woman says she promised you several sexual favors, is that true? Tell these guys what she promised you." I admitted I had asked her to go to a topless at the beach next time we go. He said, "and did you ask her to try sex with some of your friends?" I could not. Saying she “had had no idea that my equipment was so extensive or that she had ever imagined such a place existed under her nose”. She tottered to the rack, looked at it and shuddered, she looked at the whipping stool, the crucifixes, the pillory, and finally the horse, looking at me with a quizzical eye and asking how it functioned. To which I smiled sweetly and said she “would find out later!” I took her to the whip rack, and she stood mouth open eyeing the leatherwear as I fitted her. He raised me reasonably well, with the exception of the ideas he put into my head about women. I didn’t get his charisma, so my misogynistic ideas didn’t pan out as well for me. I also had a tiny bit of empathy my father did not have. I still had my share of one-night stands and short relationships like my father did, but much fewer and farther between. Looking back, I always felt slightly guilty for the women I had used.When Doug passed away a couple of years back, I just quit cold turkey and. ?” she asked.“We’re pregnant with twins!” Wendy cried loudly.She hugged and kissed them, saving Karen for last. “How does this make you feel?” she asked accepting Karen’s breast caress.“I’m on top of the world with happiness!”“At least you and Wendy are starting off with the same emotions. Remember what I mentioned before. This will also be your pregnancy. When are you due, Wendy?” she asked looking at her.“Around the 25th of November,” she beamed.“One symptom I have already is my hormones are.