“I’m… sorry… Mistress. What… ever… you wish… Mistress!” I finish with a shriek than is almost more pleasure than pain. “Oh, that’s...what I thought you said, I just needed to be sure.” Nikki says in a casual tone before finally turning the device off again. I stand there, me knees weak until she grabs me by the hair and yanks me forward. “Well, come on then!” I stumble a bit as Nikki drags me down the block, but by the time she pulls me up to the club, I have sort of recovered. The bouncers know. His name was Francisco, Spanish, and we had met for the first time many years ago, nevertheless we had never been to a family reunion, until the moment he invited me over to know his family, at his country house: I gladly accepted. I no sooner arrived there, as Francisco met me at the door step, saying something about a particular stuff which surprised me a lot: he had to leave off the party to attend some duties at his factory, especially if he had just got a telephone. The cabin is about 15 miles from the closest town and 2 miles from the closest neighbor. This environment is prefect for people like us who prefer complete discretion. There have been dozens and dozens of male visitors to our cabin. Some stay the night, some a weekend and some, well.....just long enough to make memories with my wife. Clothes are rarely worn when we are there. I am almost always there, but, there are certain men that my wife will take to the cabin alone and spend a weekend. “Don’t be hopeless about this. You’ll get through it,” she assured him, “There are lots of women who would be delighted to make a life with you. Not many as pretty, but that doesn’t last, and really it doesn’t matter too much. Hold on and be strong.”She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I’m here for you David. Don’t forget that.”She took him back to his car, and he returned to work but got little done. He went to see Michael Simpson, his boss, and told him what was happening. Michael was.
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