Those Carl’s Jr. commercials aren’t provocative and make all their models look like sloths. I couldn’t watch anymore. After scanning for objects... in the store to distract me (At one point I read half the menu to myself), we cabbed it back to her place to find out one of her dogs had taken a shit on her living room carpet. Fuck that. I grabbed a beer from her fridge and waited on her bed while she cleaned up. It took a ton of neck kissing, but I finally got her horny enough to where she let me. As they continued to drink their wine, sex continued to be the main topic. Knowing Jeff, I’m sure he kept the topic on sex. At some point shaving their pubic areas became the topic: natural, landing strip or bald. Lisa volunteered that she had a landing strip. Naturally Margo was completely shaven. My wife shocked them when she told them she was bald. She has a very prim and proper image and no one is really aware that she was wild into her 20s and even with me early on. Of course, Jeff wanted. It had only been about an hour since he walked into Her house on a Saturday morning and in that short time his life irrevocably changed. She placed Her right index finger under his chin, “Follow Me on your hands and knees.” She turned and walked towards a door at the far side of the dungeon. He crawled after Her, entranced by Her shapely legs, Her plump ass, and the sensuous way She moved. The door was red, set into the white wall on the far side of the room. Her dungeon was spacious, airy. Is there a problem?”“Only if you hate front row seats.”“Um… sorry, what?”“We didn’t fill out the pit for tonight’s show so we’re looking to upgrade a select few attendees.”“Are you serious!?”“As can be. How big’s your group?” “Just two of us.”And he handed me 2 tickets for the pit.“Holy shit, thank you so much.”“Enjoy the show, sir!”I went back, grabbed my date and told her the good news — she was obviously ecstatic. We grabbed a couple giant beers and made our way to our new “seats”.On the way.