“Un hunh,” she said. Her doctor husband has to give her a Xanax and a spanking about every two weeks, it seems to work for her.”“I don’t ha...ve any Xanax,” I told her.“Well we’ll just have to work around that won’t we.”As we walked to the bedroom I mused, “I wonder if Annie needs help, too, she’s so much like you two.”“I don’t think so, Annette has never said anything to me,” she replied.In the bedroom I undressed, she took off everything but her panties; that and her toys were my job.She lay on. .The conversation ended there. It was dangerous and I did not want toencourage her to continue down that path. I had no intention of wearinghigh heels, a skirt, g-string or hosiery. They were women's clothes andI was not that kind of man.Over the course of the next week or two Germaine started to push at theconservative boundaries I had set. We were in bed one evening when shesaid:"Steve, you are right that we need to improve our sex life and it wouldexcite me if you tried on my bra. I. I asked Vince to excuse me and Wendy and I headed for the dance floor.I'd boogied with Wendy a few times on girls nights out and we were soon having fun on the dance floor. Her husband, Richard, had rigged up some disco lights that followed the beat of each song, most of which were 80's classics. I felt like a teenager again and by now the drink was taking effect so I was thoroughly enjoying myself although I still felt a little resentment at not having Andy to share it with. The party was in. She must have been thinking the same thing, as she was getting close to climax again. Master said, "Well, that's it. Slut, I want you to stop frigging yourself, now. Now, take your hand, and put it in your pussy. Pull out a handful of juices, and feed it to your husband." She put almost her entire hand inside herself: She was that turned on. She then got up, and walked over to me and I sucked her hand clean. "Did you do it", Master asked. "Yes, Master", my wife said. "Very good. Now, if for.