I mean, they show off your figure to perfection." You admire a classically voluptuous woman, do you? That being the case, I'm pleased to meet you. I'm... Fiona."She paid for the jeans, and we agreed to continue our discussion in a more congenial setting. For example, over dinner."Best meal I've had in ages." Well, not actually the best, but at least as good as I'd gotten in the fast food joints where I'd been eating all too often lately."I enjoy cooking for friends." She was humming under her. "Slaves must earn clothing. You'll be naked until you earn clothing."Master cut away Stephanie's clothes. A man handed Master a whip. It was a strip of leather about four feet long and a foot wide, attached to a handle like that of a tennis racket.(Oh, God. Poor Stephanie. Mistress is watching me. If I close my eyes, I'll be punished.)"Watch closely, little slaves," Master ordered. "Slaves are punished unless! Are you listening? You'll be punished unless you're obedient, cooperative and very. She smiled when she came to me. We kissed and she straightened up. “I guess those are Sadie’s clothes by the door?”“Yup. We’ve spent the last few hours being naked together. There didn’t seem to be any self-consciousness, either. She just went to shower in the back bathroom.”“Oh! I need one too.”“Go join her. She’s only been in there a couple of minutes.”“Really? God, I don’t know. I can at least let her know I’m home, I guess.” So Carrie disappeared, too. I started dinner, imagining my wife. He was getting a little frustrated by her reluctance to go further. He thought about her and after some thinking he admitted to himself that maybe he was just a little anxious about wanting to have sex with her. If he was with another woman maybe he could eliminate some of his current sexual frustration. He thought about it for a while and picked up his cell phone to dial a phone number that was on a piece of paper he was holding in his hand."Hello." Hi, this is Matt; I hope I am not disturbing.