It was Sue's birthday and Dave was taking her out to dinner then they were coming over to our house for coffee and cake and maybe some fun. That after...noon Jan got a call from Cindy. As you remember, Cindy was the girl from my office that I had thought was a lesbian but turned out to be bi. Jan hadn't heard from her since the night of the lingerie party.They chatted for a while then Jan said to me, "Cindy was wondering if she could stop over for a visit tonight."I thought about it for a minute. I have to lie to him now. I have to pretend, to hide my true feelings – do I know how to do that? How do I explain the days when I’m walking on air and the days when I am sinking in quick sand? Who is this woman who can do that? Somehow I have to appear to be the same woman David married and at the same time discover who I have become. She shuddered, not sure if it was from the cold air raking her goosebumps or the unrelenting images that haunted her mind. * * * Grant stepped forward when he. He knew that I was very eager to service his ebony meat.I stared in wonder at the boy's foot-long cock, in awe of the black phallic tower swaying so enticingly in front of me. I had only met him a short while before at the local 7-11, where he was hanging around outside. I'd eyed him and he confidently pushed his tight packed Levi's forward, clearly showing the package of black meat they barely contained. We talked a little and soon he was leading me to his parents' home across the street from. “I know, Master Jerry. It’s lovely to hear it, though. I love you too.”“A question, Sally. Milady?”She giggled. “I am not, and never will be, a Mistress. But I am the woman, the Lady of the house. Hence, to a junior slave, I am ‘Milady’. A recognition of my status and authority.”“Ah! That explains it. Thank you.”Coffee was placed on the table – black for me, white, with frothed milk, for Sally. Enid went silently back to the pan and began filling plates with bacon, sausage, scrambled egg, fried.