Although they were cut aboutthe same as my jockey shorts, the way the panties felt as I movedwas very different from the way boy's underwear felt. And..., I wasforced to admit to myself, they weren't all that unpleasant.When I woke up the next morning, it took me a while to figure outwhere I was. Then all the events of the previous day camecrashing down on me, particularly, PINK. Hoping beyond hope thatit had all been a very bad dream, I threw the sheets off andstared down at my self. I was indeed. On retrieving the cheese board I resumed my position at the table, with my long zipper down, and seated with my skirt bunched, showed I was without panties and cleanly shaved.I had the opportunity once again to ask hubby for another photo of John and I together, and John by this time was eager to fuck me and was oblivious to the fact my husband was across the table, holding the camera, as we closed up together for the snap, John put one arm around my shoulder and slid his hand into my open. We were staying at the Westin downtown, near the start and finish of tomorrow's marathon. The two soon-to-be lovers left hand in hand as I picked up the sports section. The men's winner of the marathon tomorrow was expected to finish in roughly two hours and 15 minuets. If I caught a good day I might be at the a bit past the halfway point tomorrow morning when the winner crossed. At 42 and a former rather plump smoker, I raced for reasons other than winning. Most of my brethren in suffering and. "Look up at me, pet." I looked up at Andrew. "I've been thinking and have changed my mind about something. I realise that I too have been making decisions without discussing them with you. I've taken responsibility for everything Dominique, and I've let you meander. I want you to take your submission back, Dominique. I want you to take responsibility. I am going to take you to your limit, pet, and I want you to decide your destiny. Do you understand?" "Y... Yes, Sir," I nodded slowly,.