" Do sex slaves get sung to sleep?" I was singing about my wife. It's supposed to make you jealous."Never happen. Well, it will never happen from sing...ng that song.He got nearly through two more verses before he fell asleep.I followed.Bob is no sadist. He wouldn't beat me with a whip or wake me early on a Saturday morning.However, he knows my patterns. As I came awake, he began kissing my back and my neck. He moved back to avoid my stretch, and afterwards I turned toward him. We kissed. He. I mean she lived in what seemed a castle to my humble abode and over dinner she unexplained that her poor husband had died early of the big C and how she missed him, how her life was empty and how she would have loved children. So what was she doing telling me about all this? I soon found out. After she had discovered I was virtually free an d then how bluntly she advised she was looking for a younger guy like me to fulfil her creams and yes, her very deep fantasies. She was truthful at least. " I see, sir. This is most unusual. Still if you wish to buy them foryourself, then I see no reason why we should not sell them to you. MissFife, perhaps you will show the gentleman what we have."A mother and her teenage daughter had entered the shop while thisexchange was taking place and now they moved closer to watch theproceedings. Chrissie had also moved next to Alistair and said loudly."I think it is very nice that this gentleman wants to wear femininelingerie. Show him the sexiest things. I think they were kept on to make me feel more like a bad girl and made me more compliant where if they'd been pulled down I would be more unpredictable and more likely to act out-and that is true. At this point I was in tears, embarrassed, thinking it wouldn't end; it had been a long time! At least ten minutes straight. Then a break. I thought it was over. I laid there still crying, wanting to rub my sore behind. I could see everyone in the room, some entertained, others REALLY entertained,.