I understood why my mistress agreed to this odd invitation. “Eule”, he whispered. “A plush owl. How odd. Do you carry it everywhere you go?” �...��Well, not always, but…” “It would be a great inspiration for the costume. How beautiful. It has never occurred to me before… to make my lady the Mistress of Owls. Owl Mistress. I shall call you like this from now on.” With this, he gallantly opened the door for my mistress and closed it quietly behind us. “Hm… artists. Always so strange. What do you. The big change is that I will be wearing a collar and an ankle bracelet to show I am owned 24/7.”“I am sure this will not go over big with your Father, but we will work through it.”“I spent the night across the street and this morning he claimed my pussy as his as well. Yes, you can say I cheated on my husband, but he left me no choice. He has neglected my needs for so long and expects me to just bend over any time he wants, so he can get off, but to hell with me.”“I am going back later today. Deposit Below.’ Each had an arrow pointing downward.“You should have treated me nicer,” he smiled as he slapped her ass. “Remember last Christmas party I was at?”The one time she had lost her cool with him. He had been drunk and had fondled her ass. She had grabbed his hand and told him loudly and in no uncertain terms to ‘Fuck Off’. His face had gone beet red. He had even left her alone for a few months.Beth just put on her smile, “Would you like a beer or a glass of wine?”“Sure,” he grinned. They had two great k**s. So this night went as normal, the Wilsons went out and I played with the k**s till they went to sleep. I sat on the couch drinking wine waiting for the Wilsons to come home. It was about ten when Mrs Wilson, or Lisa, came in the door, very very drunk. She had four older guys with her. They were drunk also. The men were having a bachlor party, I am not sure where Mr Wilson was. I just remember Lisa could hardly walk and I felt I had to protect her from something stupid.