Then she was not a threat to take my husband. Now ... I wondered.I loved her; I really did. I enjoyed our emotional and physical relationship. She was...n’t filling any holes in my relationship with Mick, it was more like frosting on the cake. If I didn’t have the frosting, it was still fantastic cake. I would have to find a way to bring up the subject with her and not make her feel like she is a threat.MickMany times, over the past few months had I thought about sharing my wife with Paul. I’d. "Dur... of course I'm feeling tense, thought Dean to himself. "I'mnot... I'm not used to this." He couldn't help but glance out throughthe window. It didn't seem that anyone was paying him any attention,but even so..."Well, we'll have you looking pretty in no time." Kimberley picked upthe first length of hair and began to attach it to Dean's own. It waslonger than he expected - thirty inches in length - and he couldn'thelp noticing it was a different shade to his own hair."The colour doesn't. ." Fine, lean over and touch your knees with your hands."I did as instructed. My panties pulled tight over my bottom.Janice opened up the side drawer of her desk and pulled out a wooden paddle. "Say 'hello' to your encouragement!" Janice said.Janice stepped behind me and began to very lightly massage my buns with the paddle."This will be known as your 'evening spanking, '" Janice said. "You will receive a spanking every evening until you agree to each and every one of my requests. Do you. 'No, no, don't change.'Had she known what this would be like, or was she just a dumb?We made it to the table, and I sat down across from her, locking eyesangrily with a middle aged man sitting with his wife and two grownchildren at another table who was particularly persistent in staring atmy 'assets.' Julia crained her head over her shoulder to follow my lineof sight.'What you looking at, fag? Back the hell off!' That was what my glareshould have meant, back when I was a man. Now that I was.