Now, to my latest story which I experienced a few days ago.It was a clear Saturday morning and as usual, at about 9 am, I was driving to work. Not far... from home at the roundabout, I noticed this very cute-looking girl trying to cross in the middle of the road. I honked and waited for her to cross. It was not a busy morning for traffic was low. She looked up and smiled I waved at her and smiled. I noticed she was full-busted (my weakness for a good pair of boobs) and a body to match. I asked her. Our neighbors. Co-workers. Casual acquaintances. Celebrities we don’t even know.And we are always wrong. Even when we’re right, we’re wrong, because our opinions are based on inadequate information. Marriages are too complicated and too subtle. They turn over the years on words said and unsaid, tones, pauses, touches gentle or rough, welcomed or shunned, sex or lack of it, money or lack of it, gestures, expressions, a face turned toward or away. Thousands and thousands of bonding. After my Mistress inspects me and is satisfied she orders me to stand, as I face her she Is seated she takes her crop lifting my balls & caged cock with it as if to not want to even touch it, she is repulsed by the nasty thing the other women giggle some more. My Mistress then commands me to turn around to face the two women as she attaches her leash to the D-Ring on my collar, the other end held in her left hand, her crop in her right as she cracks it across my bare ass and orders me to bend. The view was impressive! Access to the lake was via a winding rock pathway to a gleaming sandy beach. I was glad I'd brought my bathing suit as I was starting to get quite hot and the lake was looking very inviting.Matt came out wearing shorts and a tank top, looking lean, tanned and muscular. He sat down on a chair close to mine and handed me a bottle of craft beer. Chocolate porter...one of my favourites!"You have an amazing place here," I said as I looked him up and down. I couldn't help.