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 A Friendly Wager Chapter Nine

   By dc2469

   This is a work of fiction meant for adults only.

   I finally did drift off to sleep somewhere around three or four in the
morning, but I was awake by six, and decided I'd had enough of just laying
there.  Angie was still out cold.  I moved her arm that was across my
chest, and slid out from under the covers.  I looked back to see Angie curl
up, and burrow deeper into the pillows.  I went over and found some workout
clothes, and went into the bathroom to get changed.  When I came out, the
only thing that had changed was that Angie's face was hidden behind a cloud
of dark hair.

   I grabbed my bag and keycard, and headed for the elevator.  When I
walked in there was a guy peddling away on the cycle.  I nodded to him as I
went over to the treadmill.  I pulled out my CD player and started to get
into a good pace.  While I was walking the guy on the cycle went over and
used the weight machine.  I punched the speed up a little more, and then
finished with a short cool down.

   I dropped the CD player back into the bag, and pulled out the gloves. 
After I had been on the heavy bag for a while the other guy finished up his
workout and left.  With him gone I soon lost myself in my own little world.


   Jesus, what was I going to do now?  I meant what I had said to Kathy, I
had wanted to wait and see what happened between Angie and Jon.  But
Angie's little bomb had kind of caught me by surprise.  Then with what we
had learned about Jon didn't help things any.

   I keep wondering what goes on in this guy's head?  Did he intend all
along for something like this to happen?  I mean, you read or hear about a
person with a husband or wife and children changing their lifestyles. 
Maybe that's what he was doing.  Maybe he just needed to be what he was,
and couldn't take it anymore.  All I know is he was making damn little
effort to keep this woman.

   I had kind of been defending him, but the thought that he was actually
trying to get rid of Angie was hard for me to believe.  How could she mean
that little to him?  They had been together a long time, and I didn't know
how Angie would take it if she found out that he had planned for things to
turn out like this.

   This wasn't helping me at all.  I didn't know if after all this time, I
could open myself up to that again.  Angie had gotten to me like no one had
in a long time, but a short affair is a lot different then, 'from here to
eternity'.  But I felt that if I could fall for anyone, it would be this
woman.  Who was I kidding?  I had fallen already.  She was all that I could
ever want beautiful, passionate, sensual, and giving.  I just don't know if
I can truly trust another woman.

   That young kid was gone forever.  I had been around too many
manipulative women.  Women who think they know all the right buttons to
push to get whatever it is they want.  From hookers to hardnosed career
women, if there was something they wanted, there was damn little they
wouldn't do to get it.

   It was no different with men.  I know guys that do the same things; it's
just that with a guy I know where I stand.  I guess it's just that I was
never hurt by a guy the way I was by a woman.  Not very logical I know, but
since when did logic count where love was concerned anyway?

   Then I started looking at it differently.  The relationship I have with
Angie is so far removed from the first one it's unbelievable.  With Angie,
I take what I want, and we both get fantastic pleasure from it.  I have
seen her come to life.  She enjoys being a woman, and it shows.  She almost
prances around in front of me, inviting me to take her.  She knows the
right buttons to push too, but the difference is I like those buttons
pushed.  She knows that all she has to do is to wiggle her ass at me, and I
would be all over her.

   This was getting me nowhere.  I knew my feelings for Angie were a lot
deeper then lust, but I decided to wait and see if she felt the same way
when she was sober.  There is just no way I am going to open myself up for
anything like that again.  If it came down to it, and nothing more of the
'L' word was mentioned, I'd just pack my things and go.  I'd probably
regret it, but it beats the hell out of getting my guts kick out again. 
Okay, call me chicken shit, but if anyone was going to do that to me again,
I figure I can do it to myself just as easy.

   This Jon had to be out of his mind.  I know the old saying different
strokes for different folks, but this guy had me baffled.  When I heard him
tell Angie what he wanted her to do in the bar, I had thought that this
sounded like a great opportunity for me.  I had given no thought at all as
to why he was doing it.  All I knew was that there was a woman in there
that had given a promise to stay there and let guys hit on her.  I thought
it would be fun to have someone to play with while I was here.  I thought
that there was no harm in trying my luck with her.  I thought I had nothing
to loose.  Jesus Christ, I need to quit thinking.

   My shoulders aching brought me out of my thoughts.  I was drenched in
sweat.  I had been going at it for close to thirty minutes.  I was no
closer to having a solution to my problem, other then to wait and see how
things went from here.  I hate wait and see, but I didn't see where I had a
choice.  If I were to just take Angie away with me, I know she would get
into the biggest guilt trip of all time.  There was no way I was going to
let that happen.  Not if what I suspected was true.

   I pealed off my gloves and shoved them in my bag, grabbed a towel, and
wiped myself down.  Picking up my gear, I made my way to the elevators, and
up to the room.  I let myself in as quietly as possible, incase Angie was
still asleep.

   I don't think she had even moved a hair, and it had been over an hour
and a half.  Dropping my gear, I went over by the bed, and stood listening
to the light snoring coming from her.  I smiled as I started to get out of
my sweaty clothes.  Dropping the last of them on the floor, I went to the
bathroom, and started the shower.

   How was I supposed to handle this?  Even if it was subconscious, I knew
that she already had said she loved me.  I knew I was starting to feel the
same way, and that made it even harder.  I had a hard time doing anything
without thinking about how it would affect the both of us.  I couldn't even
see her bare ass without want to jump on it.  The way she was starting to
open up to me was fantastic.  Prancing around with nothing on just to
entice me, had me thinking that if she could change so much in such a short
time what would she be like if I could have her to myself full time.

   Just thinking about those little tits, and that beautiful round ass, was
giving me a hard on.  Angie had lost so much of her shyness that I was
beginning to think she would eventually let me do anything, anywhere.

   I must have been pretty deep into what I was thinking about, because I
didn't feel or hear her climb into the shower.  All of a sudden her arms
were wrapping around my waist, and I felt a kiss on my left shoulder blade.
Angie molded herself to my back, pressing those hard nipples into me.

   "Well good morning sleeping beauty.  How are we feeling this morning?" I
asked.

   "I feel fine.  I'm lucky, I don't usually get a hangover," she said as
her hands moved slowly down to my hard cock.  "Oh my, just what have you
been doing in here?" she said as her hands pulled my cock against my
stomach, and stroked the underside of it from top to bottom.

   I know she felt my body shutter, as her hands moved up and down me. 
"I've been thinking about a hot little slut I saw in a bar last night.  She
was so hot I could hardly keep my hands off of her.  And when I finally got
them on her, the little slut came all over them," I said.

   "Mmmm... I think I know the one you're talking about.  Next time she
won't be stupid enough to invite her friends along," she said as one hand
dropped down to caress my balls.

   Turning off the water, I reached around, and pulled her in front of me,
and bent down for a kiss that turned into an open mouth groan from both of
us.  I sat down hard on the edge of the tub, grabbed the backs of her
thighs, and pulled her over my thighs.  Angie put her hands around the back
of head, and pressed her belly to my face.

   I started kissing, and sucking at her round belly.  Taking her ring
between my lips and pulling gently while sliding my hands from the backs of
her knees to the small of her back.  The smell of her in that steamy shower
was driving me crazy I thought, as I sucked a little harder, leaving a
small hickey just to the left of her mound.

   I looked up at her, and she started to slide her body down my chest
while keeping herself pressed to my face.  When those fat, hard nipples got
close, I moved my head to one after the other sucking and nibbling.  Angie
whimpered, and pressed my mouth harder to her tits.

   I loosened my hold a little, to let her continue the sensual slow slide
down.  Angie reached down with her hand, and guided me into herself.  I was
watching her face as my cock started to open her up.  With her eyes half
lidded, and a big open mouth grin, she looked into my eyes, and let her
weight drop onto my hands.

   I let her drop, until she gasped about half filled.  I stopped her there
and reached to her nipples again.  Angie was groaning, and squeezing me
with her cunt.  I pulled and sucked at those fat nipples, until they were
swollen and sensitive.  Then without warning, I let her drop a couple of
inches.  Her hands on my shoulders, she dug those nails in as she groaned,
and dropped her head back.

   "Oh God I love the way you feel inside me," she groaned.

   "I have to admit that I kind of enjoy it myself," I said as I nipped at
one of those fat nipples.

   I let her weight move her slowly to the bottom, and just sat there
cooking inside her.  I reached to my neck, and pulled her arms loose.  I
pushed her back, holding on to her forearms, until she lay back across my
thighs.

   Letting go of her forearms, I took her hips, and pulled her even tighter
to me.  With her lying there, I started running my hands all over the front
of her.  From her knees to her throat, stopping here and there to squeeze,
pinch, pull, or rub.

   I love it when her belly clenches me inside, when I find a particularly
sensitive spot.  I haven't figured out if it's my imagination, or if her
clit was really starting to stick out further.  It stands out so hard just
begging to get stroked, and it feels so good inside her when I do.

   It was starting to get pretty sensitive, because she was starting to try
and cover herself, not very hard, but I got the point.  Pulling her up, I
wrapped my arms around the small of her back, and ground her belly hard
against me.

   Angie's head was lagging a little behind the rest of her body, and when
it caught up she attacked my mouth with hers.  She was raining kisses all
over my face, nipping at my lips, and jaw.  I pushed my tongue into her
mouth, and she tried to suck it down her own throat.

   Putting her arms around my neck, she started pulling herself up a
little, and letting herself drop back down.  There wasn't a lot of
movement, but with her clenching me inside herself it was more then enough
to drive us both crazy.

   Angie's breathing had been getting pretty quick, and then all at once
she held herself tight to me, whining into my ear as I felt her shutter
against me.  "Oh my God, oh oh ppplease don't move," she whispered into my
ear.

   Well I didn't move exactly, I just kind of started flexing inside her.
Angie gasped and her shaking got a little worse.  I started moving her hips
slowly back and forth grinding her clit into the base of my cock.

   After feeling her shake against me for a while, I stopped moving. 
Taking a handful of hair, I pulled her face in front of mine.  "Go get on
the bed," I told her in a gruff, and husky voice.

   I cupped her ass, as she planted her feet, and lifted herself off of my
cock.  The length of my cock was coated in a thin layer of white cream from
inside her.  She climbed out on shaking knees and made her way as fast as
she could to the bed.  As I quickly scrubbed a towel over my head and body,
Angie was looking excitedly over her shoulder at me from her kneeling
position on the edge of the bed.

   Her knees were spread wide, and her cunt gaped open at me oozing cream
from inside her.  I walked up behind her, and took a hold of her hips.  In
one motion I was buried all the way to the bottom of that hot cunt, and
Angie gasped arching her back.  I bent over, and reached under her body to
find those long, fat nipples.

   Holding myself fully inside her, I pulled Angie up off of her hands.  I
pulled her shoulders back into my chest, and started caressing her front,
from her bare mound up to those fat nipples.  I'd stop at those nipples and
pull them away from her body, stretching them.  After a while they were
standing out about an inch, and were so swollen that the slightest touch
made her shutter.

   Without warning, I dropped a hand down and took a hold of her very
swollen clit.  With my dry fingers I had a pretty good hold, and I pulled
it firmly out away from her.  After the second time she was pushing my hand
away, and fighting for breathe.  I reached back to those swollen nipples,
and while pulling them out I slowly slid my cock out.  As I let her nipples
go I shoved my cock deep into her belly.  Angie fell forward onto her
hands, and then went down until her shoulders were on the bed.

   I took a hold of her hips, and started slowly sliding my cock in and out
of her.  I used long strokes, pulling back until just the head was lift in
her, and then pushing to the bottom of her without stopping.  This didn't
last long though.  Angie started pushing back at me harder, and harder. 
The dull smack of her round ass against my hips was getting louder, as she
pushed herself back up onto her hands.

   Angie's back arched drastically.  She was bent so far her belly was
rubbing on the bed.  She had both her hands full of sheet to use as
leverage to shove her self back at me.  Her head was hanging down, and her
body shown with a layer of sweat.

   I let go of her hips, and bent over her back.  I reached under that
swollen belly, and slid my hand to her cunt.  The juices that were pouring
out of her made getting a hold a little harder, but I was able to get her
clit between my pinching fingers.  As soon as I did, Angie's body froze,
her head shot up, and she gasped so hard it was more of a scream.  Her arms
gave out under her, and she found herself face first on the mattress.

   With her pussy clenching and releasing me, I started stroking into her
again.  This time it was my hips making the slapping sound, as I started to
pump into her hard.  As I started pounding down into her, Angie couldn't
stop shaking.  Her face was still in the sheets, but I could hear her in an
almost non-stop high pitch wale.  Finally I couldn't take the pleasure of
her clenching me inside her anymore.  I dropped my head back, buried myself
in her, and roared as the tingles in my spine got me to shaking as I filled
her up with my hot load.

   After I was sure my legs would hold me up, I pulled myself up off of
Angie's back.  I could feel the slick, sticky feeling of two sweaty bodies
pulling apart.  With an almost loud slurp, I pulled my waning hard on out
of her open cunt, and collapsed down onto the bed.

   I felt the bed shift, and assumed Angie was getting up.  All at once I
felt a very hot, and soft tongue sliding up and down my shrinking cock.  It
was a sign I had been waiting for.  I had done a lot of things to Angie,
but I had not forced, or asked her to suck my cock.  I had wanted her to do
it on her own.  And there she was cleaning the both of our juices off of my
cock.

   After a while she finished her task, straddled me, and lay herself down
on top of me.  I pulled her face to mine and said, "Thank you, that felt
fantastic." We kissed for what seemed like hours.  Angie's little moans as
we kissed told me how much she enjoyed it.

   "Well that was a lot more fun then the workout I had earlier.  I may
give the gym up for good," I said, smiling at her perched atop my chest
looking down at me.

   "You were already down at the gym?  Jesus, what time is it anyway?  I
must have really been out of it," she said.

   "You were.A When I got back you were still snoring," I told her.

   "I don't snore," she said blushing.

   "You most certainly do.  It wasn't enough to rattle the windows, but I
bet one more drink, and we would have had all the seismology labs in this
region at our door," I said laughing at her embarrassment.

   "You are such a lair.  If I'm so loud, why hasn't J... uh anybody ever
said anything before?" she asked blushing a little.

   My eyes softened when I saw the conflict she had every time she thought
about Jon.  "Listen sweetheart, I told you before, you don't have to stop
yourself from mentioning him.  It's not going to hurt my feelings.  Why
should it, when it's my bed you're in?  Do you want to talk about it?"

   "I don't want to make you angry.  There is really nothing we can do
about anything," she said as a dark look crept into her eyes.  Angie's head
dropped, breaking eye contact, "You'll be gone in a week, and then I'll try
and sort this out.  It'll be easier without you around to distract me," she
said, and I heard a small sniffle.

   I slipped my hands under her hair, took her face between my hands, and
turned it up to mine.  "Are you alright?"

   "No, but I'll figure it out somehow," she said as a tear made its way
past her upturned nose.

   When the tear reached that beautiful wide mouth, it started to follow
her upper lip to the corner of her mouth.  When it got there, I leaned
forward, and flicked it up with the tip of my tongue.

   "You don't have to do it alone, I'll help if I can," I said.

   "You just did.  I feel very wanted, when you get so out of control with
me.  It's like you can't help yourself, and using me is the only thing that
will calm you down.  Sometimes, it's a little overwhelming the way you just
throw me down and use me, but most of the time I feel like I'm going to
melt inside.  It makes me feel so hot knowing it was me that makes you act
that way.  I guess I really am a slut, aren't I?'

   "It seems like such a dream," she said with a little half smile.  "If
you had been around me a month ago, you would never believe the difference.
Ask any of our friends.  They all thought I had the perfect marriage.  I
have a great job as a department head; my husband jumped at my least word,
and followed my orders to a tee.  All my married friends thought that would
be their one true wish, and I had it.  Jesus, if they only knew.  What
would they think of their prim little Angie if they had seen her cumming
all over your hand after being made to run naked through a stairwell?  Or
marched through the lobby of a hotel in nothing but that tiny suit.  Nobody
would even recognize me now."

   "Oh, I think you might be surprised how many of your married friends are
probably looking for the same things you were.  You don't think you are the
only woman to have fantasies do you?" I said smiling.

   "No, I know I'm not the first, or the last, but I'm the one that got to
live hers out, and you have no idea how much I love it.  I had no idea how
much I would love it," she said smiling down at me.

   "Well, we try to provide top notch service to all our valued customers,"
I said smiling back at her.

   "Well, you have one very satisfied customer here," she said with a kiss.

   I swatted her on her butt, "Come on, get off me, and let's go get back
in the shower.  This time maybe I'll even turn the water on."

   "God, I guess I should be grateful that you're at least going to clean
me up when you're done with me.  What's the rush?  Is there some place else
you need to be?" she said rolling off to the side, and letting me up.

   "As a matter of fact there is some place I need to be.  While I'm doing
that, you can go back and get your stuff from that boutique," I said
walking toward the bathroom.

   "Where are you going?  Why can't I come with you?" she asked as she
followed me in.

   "Look Angie, I need to take care of some things.  Also, I'm going to see
about making some plans for tonight, and I want it to be a surprise.  You
go get your stuff, and I'll meet you back here at around three.  Maybe you
can get an appointment at the place downstairs.  Just tell them to charge
it to the room, and enjoy.  When I get back, we'll go see if we can find a
nice place to eat, and head out early," I said as I turned on the water,
and climbed in.

   We spent a long time cleaning each other.  I made sure to pay close
attention to get her as clean as possible both inside, and out.  As I was
making sure Angie was squeaky clean, she had a great orgasm on my fingers.
I drug her out, and dried her off, paying special to those fat, hard
nipples.

   I left her to dry her hair, and get her self ready.  I went out, brushed
my teeth, combed my hair, and was almost done dressing before she got out
of the bathroom.  I finished tying my shoes and went over to her, at the
mirrored vanity area.

   I stepped up close behind Angie, "I'm going to take off.  Try not to get
into too much trouble," I said, slipping my hands around the warm moist
skin at her belly.

   Looking at me in the mirror smiling, "How much trouble can I get in
without you there?  It's not usually me I worry about, it's what you will
come up with, to do to me out of the blue," she said smiling.

   Angie turned in my arms to face me, and reached up for my neck.  I bent
down to give her a quick kiss, but with a small whimpering sound from her
throat, Angie wrapped her arms around my neck, pushed her tongue deep into
my mouth, and started trying to climb up my body.  I dropped my hands to
that beautiful ass, and lifted her up, as she wrapped both her arms and
legs tight around me.  Moaning in her throat, I felt her quick little
tongue caress the roof of my mouth, and the rest of the inside.  It lasted
a long time, and both of us were taking deep breathes by the time we
finally broke apart.

   "Jesus, what was that all about?" I asked, while holding her in front of
me, and looking in her eyes.

   "Just saying good-bye.  I wouldn't want you to forget me," she said in a
whisper.

   I nipped at her pouting lower lip, "You don't have to worry about that.
You make it pretty hard to keep my mind on anything else."

   "That was the plan," she said giving me a quick kiss, a satisfied smile,
and releasing me with her legs.

   "I'll see you later this afternoon," I said letting her go and moving
for the door.

   "You try and stay out of trouble too," Angie said turning back to the
mirror.

   I went down to the lobby, and then out to hail a cab.  Once under way, I
gave him the address to the piercing shop we had been to yesterday.  After
paying the driver, I made my way to the private club that we had seen Jon
enter that day.  The same guy was watching the door.

   "Hey, how ya doing?  Do you remember me from the other day?" I asked.

   "Ya, you were the one asking about Little Johnny.  What can I do for
ya?" he said.

   "I would like to speak with the owner, or manager if it's possible," I
said.

   The guy reached into his inside jacket pocket, and pulled out a cell
phone.  After punching a couple of buttons, he raised the phone, and waited
for an answer.  "Ya boss it's me.  There's a guy out here that would like
to speak with you.  Do you want me to send him in?  ... No I don't know
what it's about, he was asking about Madam's Little Johnny the other day.
... Okay, I'll send him in.  You can go on in.  After you get through the
door, turn right, and go up the stairs.  It will be the second door on your
left."

   "Thanks for all the help," I said slipping a twenty in his hand.

   "No problem," he said.

   As I got to the door, I heard the sound of the lock opening.  There was
a camera looking down on me from the top of the door casing.  I went
through the door, up the stairs, and knocked on the door.

   "Come in," a deep voice boomed from inside.

   I opened the door, and entered a very ordinary looking office.  I guess
I don't know what I expected, maybe whips and chains on the wall or
something.  A big man rose from the chair behind a large oak desk.  Taller
then me, he must weigh in at somewhere near three hundred pounds.

   The man stuck out a huge hand, "Eric Jarvace, pleased to meet you Mr.?

   "Colter, Dan Colter, nice meeting you Mr.  Jarvace," I said, reaching
for the outstretched hand.

   "Well Mr.  Colter, what can I do for you?" he said offering me a chair.

   "I know you don't know me from Adam, but I've come to ask a favor.  I
would like to bring a woman here for one night, and cost is not a problem,"
I said.

   "There are plenty of places, open to the pubic, that would be more then
happy for your business, why here?" he asked settling back in what had to
be a custom made office chair.  It was huge like him.

   "Fair enough question.  Your man out front told you that I had been
inquiring about a guest of yours.  The woman in question is his wife," I
stated bluntly.

   "Well that is interesting.  What is your purpose in bringing her here?
Does she know that he is one of my guests?" he asked.

   "Yes, she knows that has been coming here for a while, and that he has
recently ... shall we say, made some new friends.  To avoid any questions
let me tell you how we all became acquainted," I said.

   I told Mr.  Jarvace the story of how I had come to meet Angie.  It
didn't seem to shock him at all.  He sat and listened to the whole story,
asking questions, and nodding.

   "So as to the reason for the visit to your club.  I would like to sit in
the background and let her see just what kind of a lifestyle he is getting
involved in.  I am trying to show her she shouldn't feel guilty for any of
this.  I was also thinking of confronting him, to see if what I suspect
about how this whole thing started is true," I said ending the long story.

   "So you think he was looking for someone like you to either distract, or
remove his wife from the picture so that he could pursue his dreams.  I
have to admit this is quite intriguing, and not at all unheard of.  You say
she is as submissive as he is.  I can't believe it's taken him this long to
break out," he said with a small smile.

   "She never really showed her submissiveness until recently.  She had
taken almost complete charge of their relationship.  I guess that just
wasn't enough for him," I said.

   "It never is.  When it's in a person's blood, they just can't fight it.
Pretty lucky on your part though, it sounds like you have made quite a
find. Is she any good?" he asked.

   "When you said I was lucky, you were right," I said leaning back in my
chair.  "I have never been with anyone as responsive as she is.  I am
looking forward to finding out how much more there is, when she sees that
she could not have stopped this from happening.  She has little bouts with
guilt that drive me crazy.  At first, one second she was cumming all over
my fingers, in the next she is trying to treat me like she did her
husband."

   "Do you punish her when she behaves that way?" he asked.

   "Of course.  I don't hit her or anything, but a little humiliation goes
a long way.  It also has rewards.  She gets pretty hot when I make her do
something that she would never have considered doing on her own," I told
him.

   "It's too bad you don't use more force, but it's not always required. 
Your story has touched a nerve.  I would like very much for the two of you
to be my guests this evening.  I will contact Jon's ... how did you call
it? I will contact Jon's new friend, and fill her in on what's happening.
She will make sure he is here tonight.'

   "I don't know what you know about what goes on here, but in a very short
time Jon has come a very long way.  His mistress is in her fifties, and has
been into this for thirty years, she swears she has never come across
anyone so ready to be enslaved.  I have to admit he has taken to it very
quickly.  He seems to be especially fond of the many punishments that are
put upon him.  How do you think his wife will react to seeing him treated
that way?" he asked.

   "Angie is having a hard time just thinking about it.  I'm still not sure
if she really believes it or not.  That's why I want to bring her here, she
has to see it with her own eyes," I said.

   "So just what does go on here?  Are there any rules we will have to
observe while we're here?  Is there any kind of dress code?  Sorry for all
these questions, but I'm new at this," I said.

   "There are no rules that you have to follow, it's pretty informal. 
There is no dress code, but also there are no rules as to how little is
worn.  As for what goes on here, this is just a place where like-minded
people can get together without anyone passing judgment on how other people
live," he said.

   "I can appreciate that.  I'm not sure if you have any kind of policy on
how open we are required to be, but I'm not much on sharing what's mine. 
She and I have been exclusive in this so far, and I want it to stay that
way.  Is that going to present a problem?" I asked.

   "No.  Our guests respect the limits other people put on their
relationships.  If there is a problem, talk to one of the staff, and it
will be taken care of.  You know she might benefit from some outside
influence.  It could be good for both of you," he said I thought a little
hopefully.

   "I'm sorry, but a long time ago I had a bit of a problem with that, and
it will not happen again," I stated flatly.  "She is beginning to open up
to me in ways I hadn't thought anyone could with me again.  I'm really not
sure where we are headed, but I know it would not be a good time to add any
more to the mix."

   "It seems you have thought about this a lot," he said.

   "Mr.  Jarvace I have been thinking of little else since I met her," I
said thoughtfully.  "They have been together a long time, and I'm not sure
what is going to come of this, but I want her to see that she is not the
one who made this happen.  I also want her to see that there is little
chance of ever going back to the way things were.  I know she knows how she
feels, but she needs to see what Jon now needs in his life."

   "She might not like what you are doing to them.  She might resent what
you are showing her.  I have seen how some people react, and it's not
always pretty.  Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.

   "I have to.  I have gone a very long time without letting anyone get
close to me.  Now that I have found some one, I don't want her regretting
anything that happens between us.  I don't know if any of this makes sense
to you, but it's how I have to handle this," I told him.

   "Of course it is your decision.  I will leave instructions for you to be
escorted in when you arrive.  I look forward to seeing the both of you
tonight," he said getting to his feet, and extending his hand.

   I got up, and reached for his hand, "Mr.  Jarvace, it's been a pleasure
meeting you, and yes you will see both of us tonight."

   I turned and left the office making my way back the way I had come.  As
I was going out the front door, the man at the front entrance was hailing
me a cab.  I thanked him for his help, and the cab telling him I'd see him
later.

   I got back to the hotel at about two forty-five.  I took the elevator
up, and went strait to the room.  Once inside, a quick glance around told
me that housekeeping had been there, and that Angie wasn't.  Not wanting to
sit in front of the TV, but needing something to do, I grabbed my laptop,
and sat down to do few things to clean up after my short trip.

   I soon lost myself in some reports that needed to be sent off.  It was
four-thirty when I finally looked up at the clock.  I finished up, and was
just sending the last e-mail back to the office, when the door opened and
Angie came prancing in with her arms full of bags, and packages.

   Her face glowed.  She must have spent some time in a tanning bed.  She
had a huge smile on her face, and she had been made up beautifully.  The
shine on that long dark hair almost made it sparkle, and her wide
full-lipped mouth shown with a frosted kind of lipgloss.

   "Well, well, I see the ladies in the salon did their usual fantastic
job. You look beautiful.  It looks like you may have come back with a
little more then your other clothes though," I said smiling at her.

   "Why thank you kind sir, I'm glad you approve they really worked me
over. And yes I did do a little shopping, but the girl there was so nice,
and after the way you acted yesterday she had some really great ideas to
show me.  I think you are going to like what we put together.  My God I
haven't felt like tis since I was in school.  This was one of Jackie's
choices, do you like it?" she said dropping her armload on the bed, and
standing back for me to see.

   Angie twirled showing off the dress.  It was a one piece, with wide
straps over her shoulders.  It hugged her torso, and flared at the bottom.
It was short, simple, and very sexy.  On her feet was a pair of new white
three-inch heels.

   As she finished her show, she came to a quick stop throwing her soft,
dark hair over in front of her left shoulder.  Her eyes sparkled as she
smiled up at me waiting for a response.

   "Baby you look beautiful.  That dress is pretty nice too," I said
smiling down at her as I moved in.  "No, it's really a great dress, and it
fits you like a glove," I said taking her in my arms.

   "Now, you can't start that or we won't get out of here at all," she
said, but still wrapping her arms around me.

   "What about the rest?  Do I get a fashion show?" I asked hopefully.

   "Not right now.  I know you too well.  If you see me in some of those,
we won't be leaving at all," she said.

   I inhaled a deep breath through my nose, taking in the scent.  "Those
ladies at that salon do good work.  Did you enjoy it more this time without
the torture?" I said laughing at her blush.

   "I have you to thank for embarrassing me in front of them again," she
said putting her hands on my chest, and trying to push away.  "Helen asked
me if I wanted a touch up, and I thought since I lived through it before,
what the hell.  She got me in the chair, got my legs spread, and flipped
the gown out of the way.  Then with this big grin on her face says, maybe I
don't need a touch up, and that someone must think it's smooth enough.  I
asked her what she was talking about, and she hands me a hand mirror.  You
big jerk, did you have to put a hickey right there?"

   "Right where?" I asked.

   "Down there," she said dropping her head blushing like crazy.

   I didn't say anything, but I picked up her chin so that I was looking
into her pale eyes waiting for an answer.

   "Did you have to put a hickey right next my pussy?" she asked in a
whisper.

   "No I didn't have to, but it was defiantly a pleasure to do so.  I don't
recall hearing you complaining at the time," I said.

   "Well I'm not really complaining now, it was just a little embarrassing
at the time," she said smiling up at me.  "Anyway I'm as ready as I'm going
to get if you want to go and find something to eat.  Did you finish making
plans for tonight?  Do you want me to change?" she asked.

   "Yes, I did get things rolling for tonight, and no you do not have to
change.  Let's go get some dinner, and then we can go out from there," I
said.

   I went into the bathroom to take care of a little business, and while I
was in there I saw her little yellow suit.  I grabbed it, and stuffed it in
my front pocket.  It made a small lump that you could barely see. 
Considering where we were going later, you never know when a tiny bathing
suit might come in handy.

   As I entered the room, Angie was hanging the last of her things in the
closet.  I leaned up against the wall, and waited for her as she went to
the mirror and check things out.  After a few minor adjustments, and a last
look over her shoulder she turned to me.

   "What are you starring at?  You'd think you had never seen a woman get
her self ready to go out or something," she said.

   "You know damn good, and well what I'm looking at, and you love every
minute.  You are starting to like me looking at you more and more, aren't
you?" I said.

   Angie blushed deeply as she came over in front of me.  "I already
admitted to you that I'm a slut, so I figure I may as well start acting
like it, at least in front of you.  I know how much you enjoy seeing me,
and it gives me pleasure to let you see me.  As long as you don't get too
carried away out there, I kind of enjoy it when you can't keep your hands
off me.  My God I can't believe I'm telling you all this.  It's just that
... I don't know.  It's just that you told me to tell you what I wanted,
and sometimes all I want is for you to pay attention to me.  I never
thought anyone could be interested in me like that.'

   "I'm not saying that I didn't know I was an attractive woman, it's just
no one ever treated me the way you do.  I feel more wanted from just one of
those looks you give me, then I have in years, hell maybe ever.  I never
went out of my way to make anyone take notice of me before.  Now it seems
like it's all I think about.  You're not getting tired of having to play
with the same woman all the time are you?  I know you said you used a lot
of professionals, you aren't getting bored are you?" she asked looking at
me nervously.

   "What would possibly give you that idea?" I asked looking at her
incredibly.  "I'm standing here getting a hard on just watching you get
ready to go out, and you think I'm getting bored with you?  Jesus Christ
woman, if you knew half the things I wanted to do to you, you'd probably be
running away right now."

   Angie stepped between my spread legs, pressed her self up against me,
wrapped her arms around my middle, and looked up at me with those pale blue
eyes.  "I'm not running anywhere."

   "Well it's not like I'd let you anyway," I said.

   "Good," she said looking very pleased with her self.  "Now that that is
settled, how about feeding me?  I need to keep my strength up if I'm going
to keep up with you," she said smiling up at me.

   I pushed away from the wall, moving both of us.  " We are going uptown,
do you have any ideas on where you would like to eat?"

   "There are plenty of places to stop.  We could take my car, that way we
can pull in anywhere," she said.

   "That might work okay.  I'm starting to learn my way around, so if you
have anything to drink, I think I can still get us back here," I said.

   I bent in a mock bow, and swept my arm towards the door.  "After you my
lady," I said smiling.

   "You are starting to scare me.  If you act like this in public, someone
is going to call for the men with the tight fitting jackets, and rubber
truck," she said moving for the door.

   As she passed I swatted her on the ass, and she gave a squeak, "You
shouldn't make fun of people.  Here I am just trying to be gallant, and you
make fun of me."

   "You liar, you just want to watch me walk in front of you, you perv,"
Angie said laughing at me over her shoulder, and rubbing her butt as she
went to the door.

   "Well I have to admit I do enjoy the view a great deal.  You aren't
going to hold that against me are you?" I asked closing the door behind us.

   Angie brandished her clenched fist in front of me, "I'll hold these
against your chin if you don't watch yourself."

   "I was hoping for something a little softer, and a lot wetter," I said
turning her to face me after she had pushed the elevator button.

   She blushed, and darted her eyes back and forth to make sure we were
alone.  "You know you can have that any time you want," she said pale eyes
shining up at me.

   The door opened with me holding one hand on her ass, and my favorite
couple looking on, and smiling at me.  "Nice to see the two of you again.
How are you enjoying your stay?"

   "Not nearly as much as you," said the woman.  "It seems like every time
we see you, you are taking advantage of this young lady."

   "Oh he's not taking anything I wouldn't give him anyway," said a very
red Angie as we entered the car.

   "Well, I have to admit we haven't seen you put up much of a fight," the
lady said smiling, and glancing at Angie's hand.  "Are you two newlyweds?
Or is this a second honeymoon?"

   I watched Angie cover her rings with her other hand, and a bit of a dark
look went to her eyes.  "I guess you could call it a second honeymoon," I
said.

   The lady looked a little sideways at Angie, "That's so nice.  That's why
we're here too.  Twenty years, and still going strong, how long has it been
for you two?  It can't have been that long, or you would have had to take
her out of grade school," she said smiling, as the doors opened to the
lobby.

   "We are going on our second week.  I just can't seem to work up the
energy to leave this place," I said smiling, and steering Angie to the
front entrance.

   "I'm not surprised, you two seem to be having way more fun then we are,"
she said elbowing her husband.

   "I hope you enjoy your second twenty as much as the first, 'bye," I said
walking away.

   "Thanks for getting me out of that.  I didn't know what to say.  It
would be kind of hard explaining that you are not my husband, and I'm still
wearing these," she said glancing down at her wedding rings.

   "I told you before, you don't have to explain anything to anyone.  I was
watching you when she asked you about us.  Are you still embarrassed about
being with me?" I asked.

   "No," she said immediately.  "That's not it at all.  Sometimes the guilt
gets to me a little.  I just wasn't prepared for the questions she asked is
all," she said as she led me to her car.

   Angie unlocked the driver's side, and pushed the button to open the rest
of them.  She drove a newer model Toyota Camry.  It was a nice car, but a
little smaller then what I'm used to.  I have owned a full sized Ford
Bronco since I was able to afford my first one.  I still had the first one
I bought.  I restored it, and kept covered in my garage.  The one I drive
now is the last model year that they made.  It's just easier for a guy my
size to climb in, rather then have to climb out after you've been sitting
on your ass for a few hours.

   The small car made it a lot easier to return Angie to her former self
though.  The car had a four-speed.  She slipped off her heels to drive, and
the constant gear changing had her skirt up around the tops of her thighs
in no time.  A fact that I was quick capitalized on.  I slipped my left
hand between her thighs, and was distracting her as soon as we hit any open
road at all.  By the time she found a place where she wanted to stop, she
was having a hard time keeping the car in our lane, and she was either
speeding, or causing a back up driving too slow.

   Just as she pulled into a parking spot, I slipped a single finger into
her.  "You seem to be feeling a little better.  At least on the inside," I
said wiggling my finger in her.

   "I can't hardly help that, with you trying to make me wreck all the way
here," she said taking some deep breaths, and spreading her thighs.

   "I didn't see you trying to stop me," I said, still sliding in and out
slowly with my finger.

   "W... would it have d...done me any good to try and stop you?" she
asked.

   "No, but you could put up some resistance once in a while," I said
laughing at her as her she shuttered to a small orgasm.

   "W... w...why w...would I do s...something like t...that," she stuttered
gasping for breath.

   "Okay, you don't have to.  I was just trying to make you feel better
anyway.  I like it just fine when you just cum all over my fingers," I said
pulling my finger out of her, and putting it in my mouth to clean it.

   "I really don't think you would let me stop you anyway, would you?"
Angie said lying her head back against the headrest, and looking at me. 
"To tell you the truth, there is no way I could stop you anyway.  Once you
touch me, I'll pretty much do whatever you want me to.  Jesus, that sure
makes me sound like your slut, doesn't it?"

   "I wouldn't have it any other way," I said looking into her pale eyes.

   "I know," she whispered, "that's ..." she didn't finish what she was
going to say.

   After a short pause, I pushed my lips over hers, and we kissed for a
long time.  I was breathing heavily through my nose, and the car was fill
with the scent of her.  I cupped my right hand between her now spread
thighs, squeezing her hot, bare slit in my hand.  Angie moaned into my
mouth, and her tongue tried to slide down my throat.  When I squeezed and
lifted with my hand a second time, she came all over it again.

   "Let's go back to the hotel," she panted as she pulled back from the
kiss.  "We can go out some other time."

   I was so tempted to say yes.  "I have made plans for us.  But we can get
started now.  Take us back to that place where we got your belly pierced."

   Angie got a worried look on her face.  "Why?  What kind of plans have
you made?  Am I getting something else done?"

   "Not this time.  Maybe we'll go there some other time for that.  I want
you to park in that parking garage across the street, and I'll take it from
there," I said maybe a little too mysteriously.

   Angie looked relieved as she pulled out of the restaurant parking lot,
and headed for the garage.  It was still fairly early, but there were not a
lot of open spaces left.  I had noticed earlier that there were quite a few
clubs near by; the place was probably pretty busy on the weekends.

   "Well, we are going to have a hike if the elevator breaks down, but at
least we found a spot.  This part of town is quite a hot spot, any later
and we would be walking for miles.  Do we have reservations somewhere?" she
asked as we got out of the car.

   "Kind of.  I got us a private table in a club near here.  I don't know
the place that well, so I don't know if they serve food or not.  Food isn't
exactly what I had in mind anyway," I said slipping my arm around her, and
cupping one of her firm, round cheeks.

   Angie turned, and smiled up at me.  "From the way you were acting
earlier, I never would have guessed.  So where is this place?  You won't
get too crazy will you?"

   "You know, I have yet to figure out what you think too crazy is.  You
seem to love what ever I do to you, so why worry about it?  You know I
would never do anything to hurt you, don't you?" I asked, and she nodded
looking a little worried.  "We are going to the club we saw Jon go into."

   All the color drained from her face, and she tried to pull out of my
grasp.  "Why?  Why would you want to take me there, when you know he might
be there?"

   "That's why.  You need to see with your own eyes the things Jon has come
to crave in his life," I said taking a deep breath.  "I see you still don't
get it.  The reason it pisses me off when you get guilty is that you were
right when you told me once, that it was Jon that started all this.  I
think maybe he had it planned, or at least hoped that you would find
someone.  That way, in his mind, he was free to actively seek out what he
couldn't get from you.'

   "I think you may have had some thoughts about this once, when you told
me you were talking to him like he was a friend that you could tell
anything to.  You had to be having doubts, it you that was out following
him.  I think he just couldn't take it anymore, and had to see if he could
turn his dreams into reality.  He knew he could never get what he was
looking for from you, and he couldn't just leave you."

   The tears finally made it over her lids, and made slow trails down her
cheeks.  "I don't want to see it," she whispered.

   "You are going to anyway.  I won't force you to confront him, but I am
going to make you see him," I said letting up my hold on her slightly.

   Angie's whole body jumped in my arms, as some tires squealed on the
concrete.  "Why are you making me do this?" she said dropping her face to
my chest.

   "Because you aren't the only one that hasn't seen the other side of
this." I reached into my front pocket, and pulled out the tiny wad of
yellow cloth.  "Put this on, or when we get in there you won't have
anything at all," I said flatly.

   Angie jerked her head up, to look into my eyes.  "You can't be serious,"
she said shocked.

   "If that's the way you want it," I said moving to put it back in my
pocket.

   "NO," she yelped, and looked to see if she had been heard.  "I...I'll
take it.  Can I keep my dress?" she asked, her body trembling against me.

   "Until we get to our table.  After that, we'll see.  Put it on," I said.

   Angie stepped out of her heels, and slid the tiny bottoms up to her
hips. After adjusting the strings into all the right places, her head
started darting right, and left looking for anyone.  She quickly reached
back and pulled the zipper down, and shrugged her shoulders out of the
dress.  I reached out, and tugged a nipple, and got my hand smacked.  She
quickly tied the top on, and tried, almost successfully I might add, to get
it to cover her armor plated nipples.

   Once she had covered all she was going to, she straightened up, and got
the top of her dress back up.  After zipping up, and getting her heels back
on, I was surprised to see a small smile on her face.

   "What's so funny?" I asked.

   "This is more then I've had on under my clothes in a week," she said
looking up at me.

   I dropped down and gave her a quick kiss, and moved back a little to
look into her eyes.  "Don't get too comfortable," I said, and saw the
worried look return.

   I took her hand and started for the elevator at the center of the place.
We made our way out to the street, and turned towards the club.

   "Please don't do this.  Let's just go back to the hotel, and I let you
do anything you want," she said in a hushed voice.

   I spun her to face me, and took her by her upper arms.  "I'll do what I
want with you anyway," I said quietly, looking into those scared pale eyes.
"Don't try to use your body to get me to do ANYTHING.  What I want from
you, I'll take, and you know I will.  This is going to happen.  How it
happens is up to you.  I'll walk in there with you over my fucking
shoulder. I already told you that I wouldn't make you confront him, but you
are going to see what he's beginning to need in his life.  Now let's go," I
said turning her, and starting back down the street.

   As we approached the front gate, the by now familiar sentry came up to
greet us.  "Nice to see you again.  I see you brought us some company."

   "Yes, Mr.  Jarvace is expecting us," I told him.

   "That he is.  You go on in, and I'll let him know you're here," he said
pulling out his phone as we passed.

   I heard the lock click as we neared the door.  Opening the door, I
ushered a very pale Angie in.  I let the door close, and stood holding her
by the waist at the bottom of the stairs.  The sound of those stairs
creaking had us turning to see Eric Jarvace's huge form coming down to
greet us.

   "How nice to see you.  I'm so glad you could make it," he said pointing
into the club with one hand.  "Please come this way, and I'll show you to
your table."

   He led us into a very large common room.  It was dimly lit, but once my
eyes adjusted I didn't have any trouble seeing the whole place.  He led us
to the far side of the room, where up a couple of steps, and kind of back
away from the main floor there were a row of booths.  They all had high
backed, U-shaped, soft leather benches.  I looked out from where I stood in
front of the table, and could see the entire room.

   I turned to see Angie standing in front of the table looking very small
in front of him.  "Mr.  Jarvace this is Angie.  She's the woman I told you
about earlier."

   He took her outstretched hand, and kissed the back of it.  "It is
definitely my pleasure to meet you Angie, and it's Eric."

   "Eeee," and Angie stopped to clear her throat.  "It nice to meet you
too, Eric."

   "Why don't the two of you take a seat, and I'll send someone right over
to get you whatever you'd like.  We have a full restaurant, and bar.  Just
ask for whatever you'd like."

   I stepped back, and let Angie slide behind the large table.  It was
covered with a dark linen cloth that hung like a curtain in front of the
booth.  Sinking down onto the seat it surprised me that the table came up
almost to my chest.  If we ordered anything to eat, Angie would need a
booster chair.  Her head and shoulders were all that were visible.

   After we got settled, I looked around the room.  There was the start of
a good crowd.  I looked at a very wide-eyed Angie.  She was looking out at
the different people, and there were plenty of those.  Looking back, I saw
all different types.

   It seemed to me though it leaned more towards the BDSM scene.  It seemed
like every couple had a Dominate and a submissive.  Some were much more
blatant then others in how they displayed the difference between the two.
Right in front of us, about twenty feet away, a woman in a shiny rubber
suit had a woman tied across the table in front of her.  She was totally
engrossed in tweezing any stray hair she came across; on from what I could
see was a very bare pussy.  She was holding that pussy up for inspection
with a hand that I couldn't see, and I couldn't see it because it was
inside the woman tied to the table.

   I looked at Angie, who was watching the woman perform the task.  "How do
you feel about your waxing now?" I said chuckling.

   "Grateful," she said starring.  "Jesus, have I led a sheltered life, or
what?  Can you believe this?  If you had this in mind for me, you were
right, I would have been running."

   "Well, having you tied naked across my desk at work could become a
fantasy real easy, right about now.  But I'm with you, what you and I do is
pretty tame in comparison to this." I said.

   A gorgeous girl clad in a short leather corset, and G-string came up to
the table.  "I'll be serving you this evening, is there anything I can get
you?"

   "Are you on the menu?" I asked leering at her.

   "As a matter of fact I am.  If any of the staff appeals to you, all you
have to do is ask.  If they want to join you, the management totally
encourages it.  Whatever the guest wants, that's our motto," she said.

   I pulled Angie close to me.  "I think I'll stick with what I already
have, thank you though.  Seriously though, I'd like a large glass of club
soda."

   "I'd like a glass of chilled white wine, please," Angie said.

   "I'll be right back with your order," she said turning away.

   "Wow, she has a seriously nice ass," I said watching those bare cheeks
shaking their way across the room.

   "I don't think it's that impressive myself," said Angie sounding snide,
and looking after her.

   I reached over and pulled her into my lap facing me.  She was straddling
me and the crotch of her yellow suit came into view.  "It's not as nice as
yours baby."

   "Oh ya right.  She's a young beautiful woman.  Jesus, I'm over thirty
years old, you don't think I know I can't compete with some little hard
body," she said avoiding making eye contact.

   "You are thirty-three to be exact, and if you think that has anything to
do with how sexy you are, or how much fire burns in your belly you have
been missing a large part of what we have been doing together," reaching
behind her.

   She gave a pretty good jump, and jerked her body forward trying to pull
the zipper that I was sliding down her back, from between my fingers. 
"What are you doing?" she gasped.

   "After all this time dressing yourself, I would have thought you would
recognize this gesture.  It will make it easier for me to get this off you
if I unzip it first," I said sarcastically.

   The zipper hit bottom, and I dropped my hands to the hem of her dress. I
gathered it up, and pulled it over her head tossing it on the seat a couple
of feet away from us.  She was on her knees straddling me, and it was easy
for me to reach her feet, and remove her heels tossing them with her dress.

   Angie was throwing her hair that had covered her face, back over her
shoulders as I was adjusting her top.  I pulled it down a little so that
you could see the sides of her dark areola come into view.  She flinched,
when she saw what I was doing, trying to keep herself covered as much as
possible.

   "That's enough.  My God, I can't believe you," she said in a huff.

   "We could always see how you would look with out it.  It looked to me
like you made a visit to a tanning bed, maybe I want see how it looks," I
said reaching for the tie.

   With her hands on my chest Angie pushed herself away, taking the tie out
of my reach.  "I get the point.  I'll shut up," she said looking at me
nervously.

   Looking over her head, I saw our waitress returning.  I reached to her
hips, and pulled the string up higher.  I gripped her by those bare hips,
and turned her so that her back was against my chest.  I could feel her
shaking, but I'm not sure if it was nerves, excitement, or both.  When she
saw the girl returning, Angie tried to cover herself.  I had been ready for
that, and before she could, I got her wrists in my hands, and pulled them
behind her back.

   "My that is an improvement.  You have a very pretty slave there sir,"
she said approvingly.

   "Thank you, I happen to agree with you, and she's a hot little slut
too," I said hearing Angie gasp at the way I talking about her.  It was the
first time anyone had called her a slave.

   "I don't doubt it one bit, look at those fat nipples.  Are they
pierced?" she asked.

   I let go of Angie's wrists, and I'm not sure if she was too shocked, or
had resigned herself to what was happening, but she didn't try to cover up.
I reached to her top, and pulled the two triangles aside exposing her very
hard nipples.  After I pulled them enough to really stretch them, "Do you
think they would look good pierced?" I asked feeling Angie's body go stiff
against me.

   "Oh ya, that would really make her look like a slut," she said, as Angie
went off just from us talking about her.  "Wow, she really is a hot one
isn't she, I haven't seen someone cum without even being touched in a
while. She gets excited easily doesn't she?"

   "She is starting to.  We were kind of hoping to see someone here," I
said changing the subject, to let Angie clam down a little.  I didn't need
her going into over load before we even got started.  "I'm not sure of the
woman's name, I've only heard her referred to as Madam.  She would be in
the company of someone named Jon."

   "Madam, and little Johnny are here," she said, and I felt Angie stiffen
again.  "They haven't come down yet.  Madam likes to get little Johnny
heated up real good before she brings him out on the floor."

   "Heated up?" I asked.

   "Ya, she says he isn't any good to anyone until he's had a good beating.
I suppose she's right, I've seen him be a nasty little prick, but he's all
smiles, and his little pee pee gets all excited after she takes a cat to
his back," she said, and put her tray down to talk.  "You should have seen
him the night he met her, he was begging her to keep beating him until he
passed out.  When he came to, he started up where he'd left off.'

   "And that was nothing compared to when she pierced him in front of
everyone.  She actually had him bagging for her to push that needle thru
his little pee pee.  When it popped thru he came all over her hands.  He's
supposedly married I can't imagine what the little lady thought when her
hubby showed up with a barbell thru the head of his little dick.  Whoops, I
have to get going there are some regulars that I like to take care of. 
I'll be back to check on you," she said as she walked away giving me
another nice view.

   Angie turned herself to face me.  She was pale as a ghost.  "My God, do
you think she was telling the truth?  Do you really think he let her pierce
him there?"

   "What possible reason would she have to lie about it?  You heard her she
doesn't even know you are his wife.  Eric said that this Madam had told him
that she had never met anyone as ready to be a slave as Jon.  He didn't
happen to mention the rest.  I think he was looking forward to seeing your
face when you first see Jon," I said.

   "There is no going back is there?  There is no way he could ever go back
to just me is there?  Not if I can't do those things to him, and I can't,"
she said looking a little lost.

   "Would you go back now if you could?  Could you go back to being that
domineering woman you thought you were, if you know what you do now?" I
asked.

   "I don't know.  I suppose not," she said looking away from me.  "It's
just that we have been together for so long, it's hard to believe it's
over."

   "Well, we will just have to wait and see if it's over, or just
beginning," I said, reaching for those bare ass cheeks, and pulling her to
me.

   The End Chapter Nine