It wasn’t until 6pm that my hubby, my master broke the news to me that he wanted me to be everyone’s little fuk toy tonight. I was to let anyone d...o what they desired to me, meaning that I could possibly be fucked, sucked, licked or touched in some way by potentially the whole club. I was not privy to the anticipated guest list so had no idea of numbers. I was unchained and sent to the bathroom to prepare myself for this evening’s event. This meant showering, shaving and scrubbing etc so every. Underneath, you have a matching red thong, a garter belt and stockings.I'm unable to move as you approach, reach out and begin to unbutton my shirt. You remove it. Then kneeling in front of me, you unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. I raise my hips slightly as you slowly pull them down and toss them aside. I'm harder than I've been in years. After you look into my eyes for a moment, you lower your head and slowly kiss the tip of my cock. Then you open your mouth and take just the head between. It clicked. This must be like those letters Thomas Jefferson wrote to that French chick. Or maybe Benjamin Franklin. I wondered if there was a direct quote in here. I whipped open my dictionary to be sure I understood everything he was saying.This was so much more thoughtful and personal than an email or IM. This was his way of saying we weren't getting divorced when I got back.The time and effort he put into creating this letter was far more valuable to me than any gift he could have. .. was that right? because there is no Penny. No, she existed, just like Denise once existed ... That wasn’t right, either. Penny was real, or she felt real. But wasn’t Denise Ware real?For some reason, Stormie remembered Denise’s 10th birthday., because all the girls were dressed as ballerinas. No, Stormie was certain she and Mickey were done with child-rearing. But not Cassandra. She was waiting for a fetus she could call her own. Mickey complied and Michaela – Mike – arrived, beautiful and.