‘So I met this girl and she was fine as Beyonce ass in all. Therefore, I was kicking my mack game at her. You mine if I sit down on your bed I’m a... little tired.” (Since I have no chairs and only my sofa bed) “No but your jaw may drop at what under my blanket bro.”Dude after what happen last night nothing can drop this jaw bro. Terrell said while looking to see what was moving under my blanket.Shit! Terrell said while jumping of my bed.“What the fuck is that thing?”It is a baby bro if you are. Once dinner was over, I had to maneuver them to the Lair. I had named the club after Sheila years before. The private part had always been the Panther's Lair. Sean had given me the better name for my dungeon, so I had changed it last week. The best part was that Sheila was modest enough not to make the association. Unfortunately, it was Tuesday night. Most of my serious players have day jobs, so the clientele gets pretty thin during the week. I hoped for the best and led to to the changing. " Quite right, I used to take a cane to my ex husband," confided Eunice.The conversation was interrupted by the waitress arriving for orders for the dessert but Maureen said "Can we continue this chat later?" Most certainly my dear," responded Eunice.A little later with the sore arsed and embarrassed John staying silent the two women discussed the need for a man to be kept in his place. It transpired that Eunice's home was only twenty or so miles from where the Stiles lived and John was. Some time passes, champagne comes out and people mingle happily together. I end up playing with some kids, racing across the grass, through various mazes in the garden. I notice my butterfly girl is also quite happily playing with some children, I wonder if a discrete meeting may occur. She continues to be aloof though, happy to raise a cheeky eye brow but not giving me much indication. I round the corner of the maze in hot pursuit of a young boy who has taken a liking to me and enjoys being.