He was on his fourth Scotch, which was about two more than his usual limit, when the awards ceremony began. He wasn't paying too much attention until... he heard the emcee intone, "And now the award for the most changed..." and heard the nervous tittering sweep across the room."Oh, shit," he muttered. "Well, what do you know!?" the host said in his best mock-serious tone. "We have a tie! Anybody wanna guess?...No, I won't keep you in suspense, it's Gene MacDonald and Leslie Fielding." It was. For some reason, we were shopping where we don’t normally shop, the hard-wear department. He picked up some thing and made some naughty gesture, and that lit the fire. We started teasing each and touching and kissing and playing. I knew where this was going, and we needed to go as well. Even in the car, we couldn’t keep off each other, and almost wrecked a few times. I hadn’t been this horny in months. He was so sexy looking and gorgeous! By the time we got home and in the door, our clothes. “I don’t know Princess.”“You don’t know?”“No Princess.”“Is that because you’ve forgotten or is it because there was simply too many times to remember?”“Umm… too many times to remember Princess.”“So did you make any attempt to obey me at all?”Again I hesitated, trying to think of a good answer.“Answer me slave!!”“Yes Princess!”“Well it doesn’t sound like it to me slave…”“No Princess…I know, I’m very sorry Princess.”Princess allowed her hand to drop lower and she circled my balls with her finger. She began to massage my bottom. It was all I could do to prevent humping the table as she did. As she moved her hands from my bottom I felt her gently brush my balls. I wanted her so bad even if my wife was a few feet away. She told me to turn over and placed a warm cloth over my eyes. At this time I knew that I had to be pitching a 8.5 inch tent clearly visible for her and the other massage ther****t. She began rubbing my hands again and I could feel my forearm against her stomach as she.