The ultimate hangover cure, if she wasn't one.We didn't care to toast, just poured are warm drink in the porcelain cup and were silent.I had positoned...myself against the wall so had the 45 degrees advantage. I took it. Slid my hand underneath the skirt till my hands found the still erect devil that reared its head immediately. Women in heat don't deal with underwear. Even if they are otherwise equiped. Her eyeballs lifted to the ceiling with a sigh. I stroked a little feeling with delight her. "Only when I'm convinced that my way is best."She giggled and followed me out to the car. I placed the towel and her clothes in the front seat and joined her, stretching. It was a cool clear night, dark with a cloud covered moon hanging low in the sky."I'm nervous about what Ramsey has in store for us," she said as we set out down the dark street."I know you are," I said."You do?" Don't worry. You'll do better than you imagine." Easy for you to say," she chided me.We ran to the theatre and ran. ”“Okay; you bottom. You will supply toys?”“Sure, I’ll bring Mr. Thuddy and the small flogger.” Mr. Thuddy is her name for my wonderful, large, heavy flogger. Mr. Thuddy is not to be confused with Mr. Thud, that huge hunk of metal that the asshole in Connecticut keeps offering to hit people with at events, claiming he’s “got thud.”New people think Mr. Thuddy is scary; you hand him to them and they feel the weight and think they aren’t going to like that. Bashing people with the handle would in. I could see by the way my wife was acting she was more at ease. Joe was definitely a nice looking guy. Clean shaved, professional business man type. Early thirties, gentle smile, and a gentle tone in his voice. He was genuinely happy to be there, I’m sure he was nervous also. So we talked for a while, small chit chat, talking about Vegas, the weather, life, you know, boring stuff. So I felt we were hitting it off, I broke the ice by talking about what we were thinking. He was in total.