I didn’t think that permanent change was possible either. I’ve tried before to just be nice to someone – Anyone. I can’t do it because it isn�...��t in my nature to be nice. I am simply not a nice person at my core. The first time we met Master I was polite to him out of pity but by the end of the night even though he was trying to actually help us – I was a total bitch and slammed the door on his help. I found myself being my normal bitchy self and wanting to see what I could get out of him without. The woe of her departure had hit home fully; now not only would I not have my one and only friend, but her loving caress and hot sultry body would be no more to share. I panted out, "We have to get back, we'll be late if we don't go soon," and kissed her lips yet again and lifted her to carry her back into the seat to redress with my pants and briefs slung between my ankles. I pulled up my briefs and then trousers and hid away the swollen but sated prize she seemed to relish so eagerly. It was. I look meaningfully at my husband, hoping he’ll notice the inflection there. He notices, and has his argument ready. “They were checking out your LEGS, not your shoes. I’m telling you, real men don’t care anything about shoes, except how easily they can be kicked off when you’re climbing into bed. Or how fast you can run in them when we’re chasing you.” Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless. But I continue anyway. We danced for about an hour, and I had a few more drinks. After a while, my feet started. Before i could take a sip, to my amazement she did a bottoms up and drank the whole thing in a single shot, i was amazed and she looked at me like she was daring me to do the same and i did, now it was her turn to be amazed. I again made two drinks and said to her “go slow this time lets savour this moment ” she agreed. So we sat down with our drinks and started talking about random stuff. Most of the time i was looking at her boobs, she suddenly caught me and said pointing to her face, ” hey,.