" Joyce said."Oh, I don't know. I never really drove a limousine before." I was trying hard to think of a good reason to say no."Don't worry, it's eas...y. Do you have a suit?" George asked."Why, yes. I did bring one in case we go out later." I replied."Great Cous. You're the best!" George exclaimed.I really didn't have much of a chance to say no and Joyce really didn't help much. I'm the best, huh? I felt like telling my cousin the best place he could stick his damn limousine. I mean, I really. " She took me by the hand and led me to the closet, opening the door. I saw that this was preplanned. My favorite outfit was hanging on the back of the closet door. I felt relieved knowing that this was OK with both my wife, who obviously chose the outfit, and Kelli, who was to be my new Domme. She had chosen her short, red-plaid, schoolgirl's skirt, a white satin blouse, silicon falsies tits and bra, and a pair of red patent-leather over the knee-boots with 5-inch heels, and a red leather. I think this whole episode is coming to an early end. I don’t know why I said early, they’ve been at it a good thirty minutes now.He’s just wilted completely. Nothing seems to be proud of itself anymore. Absolutely nothing. Hairy balls – yes, but – nothing else.I don’t understand them to be honest. I mean, why the fuck doesn’t he fuck her on all fours, form a knot and take his time to pour his juices into her. She can’t go anywhere with a knot. That’s what I would do.She’s grabbing his head. I wanted him. Bad. I'd never looked at a guy with thoughts of wanting in my head, ever. Sometimes it just works. Or, at the very least, you get a glimmer of a hope that it might work. Wow, what a concept.Anyhow, we were in the hall by then, and here came the first groper. Coming right at me, and down goes the hand. So, I took a breath, and relaxed.Woooooooo!Of course, it might have been just that I was thinking about how much I wanted Ed!But, no, not completely. I just wasn't blocking it out,.