‘You made this wine?’ ‘Yes. My father acted as consultant in that, if I had a problem he gave me advice, but I did all the work myself.’ ‘Th...s wine is from grapes less than twenty-five years old, impossible!’ ‘Not only is it possible but it is true. Tell me what do you think?’ ‘It is good, very good.’ He picked up the bottle and filled all three glasses. We drank in silence. ‘Could it be that this young girl from the other side of the world can teach you something of winemaking?’ Pierre asked.. No, I corrected. That I bought. Every cent my wife spent was my money.These girls were my property. I owned them, and I owned everything that they owned, a thought that made me smile. I was going to have complete control over what they wore from now on. Not that there was anything wrong with their choices so far, of course, but there was something erotic about the level of power I realized I had over them.These girls were mine. Everything they did, everything they wore, everything they ate and. Something deep inside me was profoundly affected by what I had just seen.I gathered the "special women" materials for further study and put the "pussied women" stuff back in its place. Then I had to clean up the big cummy mess I had just made.Reluctantly, I set the educational material down and washed the panties, replacing them with a pair of lacy black girliepants. Mmmmmmm. I spread a few towels on the bed, removed all my clothes except for my black panties and lay down. There must have been. I had always turned him down, knowing that Amy would never agree, but I decided I would give it a try, and I asked him when and where the next party would be.He said, "As a matter of fact, the next party is in two weeks, at my house. Get there about eight. Tell Amy there is no pressure to participate and you can leave any time you want.When Amy got home from work that night, I made sure we had some wine with dinner, and then proceeded to try to convince her we should go to the party."Amy, do.