I arrived at her hair salon to find most of thehairdressers were already gone. Deena saw me waiting andgave me a smile, as she was finishing up a fema...lecustomer. The last hairdresser gathered up her belongings andwalked over to Deena.“I’m out of her, will you be okay?” Deena looked at me, then smiled at the hairdresser.“Sure, Gary’s an old customer” she replied.“Cute little joke”, I thought to myself.The hairdresser left.Ten minutes went by and. She giggled, ‘its my only luxury, it will be lovely after all that walking!’ ‘What time will you be leaving?’ ‘about ten’ I said,’ that’s ok’, she replied,’ but don’t be gone too long’.Saturday I got up early, fed Bruce as Jon had instructed and gave him a walk round the block and let him run and do his business in some woods behind our house. I got back and jackie was still in bed, I gave Bruce a rub down and cleaned his feet and paws. Then made some tea, when I went up Jackie was running her. The wife may at any time freely communicate her real life wishes to her husband and may never be forced to do something which is against her "real" will.The candidate must love her husband and must in addition to the master/slave qualifications meet the normal qualifications of a wife, being able to nurture her husband, respect and admire him and having the ability to enjoy the many other wonderful aspects of life as she interacts with her love in the context of their shared lives together.The. He just smiled at me and ran his hand up the back of my leg and rubbed my pussy right there in front of his friends. Then he turned to them and told them that I wasn't wearing panties." I looked at their shocked faces. They couldn't believe that I was letting him do that to me. He quickly remedied that. They believed him after he pulled his hand out of my crotch and lifted my skirt to show them. That was the end of our 'sensitivity training' for the day." He stood up behind me and unzipped the.