She arrived at our house at 6:30 as arranged, we were to get a taxi into town and my wife would pick us up around 1am from the club, Connies. Dawn was...dressed in what Mick called her slut outfit, see-through top, tiny black bra clearly visible, short dress and heels. I made her remove her knickers before we even left the house.“You want to be wild! Get em off.” I commanded. To my surprise she did and so we got into the taxi with this usually quiet married mother of three barely clothed and. He was directing his conversation to Mom and Dad, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his muscular arms and legs. The agreement was made and I was to have daily lessons at 10:00 am every morning starting tomorrow.I was excited, but a bit scared to have my first surfing lesson. Mom made me put on my least revealing bikini “to make sure it didn’t come off surfing.” I really think it was about me not showing Brad too much of me! My dad walked me down to the place where I was told to meet and there. But I’m happy to be there if it would help to lend my perspective.”“Yes please. You’d take the time?”“You are nervous about this, and I see it is important to you. I would.”So, we are off to the Roasted Pig. I’m nervous on two levels. First, it feels like I’m wasting his time: I’m getting in the way of Susan working with clients. But also, I worry about what the game might be turning me into. Every time I think I find how far the game is pushing my limits, it seems like there is something new.. Of course Pat answered back that he wasn't a sissy, but Mary reached outlightly slapping his face. "Don't argue with Kim!" She snapped. "That'sexactly what you are! A little panty-waisted sissy!" Pat shouted that hewasn't but by then Mary was pulling him over toward the bed and after shesat down on it she yanked his T-shirt off over his head. "Kim, why don'tyou go get him one of your old bras to wear!" Mary said as she held Pattightly. Laughing, Kim ran from the room, returning in just a couple.