But I love it, whatever you wanna call it." "I just felt like looking the part, since I've been playing the part." "What's that supposed to mean?" "...Take your clothes off, and you'll find out." My wife was a puppet master, and I was Pinocchio. The word "no" did not exist in my vocabulary where she was concerned. And this wasn't exactly a secret. But she knew the word "no" all too well. As I placed my hands on her hips and went to kiss her, she quickly leaned back, placing a cease-and-desist. It was really starting to turn me on. The other thing I noticed was that both Billy and Brett were really starting to check my wife out. I mean they had been stealing glances all day, but now they were getting a bit bolder. Her legs and ass were definitely getting the once-over from these two guys. On the twelve hole, I sank a three-foot put for par (if you can believe that) and Anne Marie bent over to retrieve my ball from the cup. Im not sure she realized it, but when she crouched down, her. With one last check, I tied up the laces of my dress on my back and opened the door. ‘This way,’ barked Lee before turning and leading me down the hall. Not a servant peeked out their head to check and see what was happening. But sure enough, tomorrow I would interrogated by the other women. Gossip was one the many things about this place that I had not liked. The only sound was that of our footsteps as we walked down the silent hall. Torches hung on old stonewalls, and rugs of green and gold. I pushed a pair of needle nosed pliers, a tube of Neosporin, and a small Tupper Ware container across the table. She looked at them and looked up at me. ‘Madison, go to your room and take off all of your clothing. I want you to remove every one of the metal studs and piercings that you have, all of them. Put them into the plastic container and then take a shower. After you are clean, put a small dab of the salve in this tube on each of the empty holes. You don’t have to do that to the one on.