She would open up to him like a sweet dew covered Rose in fresh morning light. Hand in hand, they would walk to his sparse hotel room. His mind shifte...d to his ex-wife. Partly his fault, he knew. Days on end, he was always gone, the life of an area representative for a large company. The money was good, but the home life poor. That day he had come home early, found her and her lover. He remembered the pain, the divorce, all he had worked so hard to build over the years, gone in a flash. Now. "I moved so my face was inches from his cock, and began to stroke him again. As my hand would stroke downwards, his foreskin would slide down revealing a shiny cock head. I noticed a drop of precum on the head of his cock, and I instinctively leaned forward and licked the drop off of the head of his cock, tasting that sweet nectar. "Fuck, that's hot!" he practically hissed. "If you want to suck it, I won't stop you."That was all the encouragement that I needed. I swirled my tongue around. I had no grand illusions on what she might say or think, and was quite surprised how receptive she was to the idea. She said it sounded interesting and fun, and we talked some more about it that night. I then asked her what her ultimate fantasy might be. I nearly fell out of the bed when she told me how she had thoughts of being a submissive to another man. She felt a bit embarrassed at first talking about it, and I must admit I had no idea that she had felt this way. This was quite unusual. Leanne patiently explained how I should walk and that,unless I walked like a woman I would fall flat on my face.By this time the girls had also got ready to go to school in theirFrench Maid's outfits and were wearing stilettos.I wouldn't normally have let my daughters wear skirts or makeup toschool I thought to myself as Leanne told me it was my turn to drivethem to school. "It's time you liberated yourself and your daughtersfrom the chains of patriarchy. Besides, dressed as you are, do.