“Jesus, I really needed this. Especially away from home,” I chuckled. She put her hand around my shoulder and pulled me close.“It’s okay, Mart...n. You weren’t going to hurt me or even yourself. Though I was worried there would be some property damage. From what we’ve been able to work out, it’s triggered by stressful events. Well, in that case it was practically guaranteed.”“Yeah. Who’s ‘we’, anyway?”“The people who care about you. Well, the ones who know you and who possess a keen insight into. Our service is never over. We may be assigned somewhere else — to our homes and husbands, for example — but we still belong here.”Then she dropped to her knees in front of Ann, spread her legs and gently kissed her cunt. Looking up she continued, “Here, with our beloved mistresses, we have found a level of love we didn’t believe could exist in this world. And they shared it with us! Really, they did. They are kind, selfless, considerate ... Every virtue one could name, they have in. She accepts."Why don't you sit at my table. We can chat better. No one will interrupt us there. She doesn't see any reason not to. She can see her girlfriends from it. He orders drinks for both of them. They dance a few times and have a couple of drinks."Please forgive me for asking you this. I mean no disrespect, but have you ever been with a black man."She is shocked. She looks at him for a minute."Oh my. What a question. I'll be truthful with you. The only man I've slept with is my husband.". ’ She suddenly had my attention. ‘For having my arse caned?’ ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘You’re not serious, really!’ ‘Never been more serious. There’s this web-page that pays ten dollars a stroke, plus travelling expenses. Minimum ten strokes. They only want attractive women – I reckon you’ll do.’ ‘Gee thanks!’ I said, sarcastically, then: ‘you into all that stuff, then, Carla? I suppose you must be, or you wouldn’t know about it.’ ‘Me and Mark, we belong to a BDSM Club, like,’ she said. ‘Oh!’ I.