“I understand, but I need to tell her something.” He demanded. “Thank you Sir,” then the call disconnected.Fuck! He was leaving, he new it was... a matter of time but god he was hoping for at least another two weeks with her. He had fifteen minutes to get ready then he was gone.Riley awoke with the sound of ruffling. She opened her eyes and saw that the room was lit. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the brightness before sitting up.She saw Jake in uniform as he packed a bag. Oh God, no!“B-baby. Need it. Spontaneity. Joy, even. My life would be grim indeed if it were always so serious. That’s part of why I treat being a dom the way I do, as play, as a game. It’s a way to relax and be playful. I mean, think of a BDSM club. Everyone is dressed up in costume. There’s music. There’re shows, interactive; it’s like being on a ride. It’s an X-rated Disney World for consenting adults. Taking it too seriously would ruin it, at least for me. Of course, people like Mistress Amy think I’m a. “For ten bucks, I can guarantee you'll get to do whatever you want with her.”“Yeah? How?”“With this,” Jerry answered, opening his hand to reveal an oblong, olive green tablet.“What's that?” Derby asked.“The answer to your prayers when you want to fuck a difficult girl. Rohypnol,” Jerry said in Derby's ear.“I don't understand,” Derby said.“Kid, didn't you ever hear of Roofies? You know, the date rape drug? Drop it in her drink, stir it around with your finger until it dissolves, wait a. I returned home on that Saturday night to find my wife not home and just a little note, out with the girls. OK, no biggie, I was beat from my trip.Now, going through my house, things looked odd. A sweater in the bedroom was not my wife's (as I said before, she is 5 feet talk, with big, beautiful 38D tits) With her ample breasts, my wife wears a large shirt, this sweater was a small. Then I noticed her 'toy' box out in the open and lingerie on the floor, again, not all my wife's. As intrugued as.