He didn’t look out of place amongst the scantily-clad natives, however. The world of shirts and ties had been left far behind him.Jules stepped outs...ide of the wooden hut that had been serving as a temporary embassy while the real building was being worked on, closing the door behind him. He was greeted by the sounds of construction. A dozen of the dark-furred aliens were hammering and sawing at a log wall, their leather belts and vests laden with all kinds of alien tools suited to Araxie. Max: Same here. But happy about my status.Alex: Really?Max: Yeah. She was terrible in bed. Lost interest in sex. How long you been divorced?Alex: About 9 months.Max: Dating?Alex: No. Not yet.Max: Really? What do you do to relieve the tension? lolAlex: Isn't that why God invented the right hand? lolMax: Ugh! You need to get into the dating scene.Alex: Don't have much luck with the girls.Max: Have you tried the boys?Alex: I'm not gay. Or bi-sexual.Max: You mean you've never done anything. Agreed?” Shit yes, agreed, I’d walk barefoot through her shit to get a look at her ass, though that ain’t what I told her. “Uh, yeah, sure,” I repeated. In less time than it took to type this, Mother’s dress was over the back of her chair and she stood there in her undies. “Well?” I was a little slower, but as I slid my jockeys over my hips, Mother’s bra joined her dress. And my shorts got hung on my rigid dick as her muff came into view. H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T!! “Ta-daa!” she sang and slowly turned,. Now I could simply sit Rick in front of the computer and leave him there, actively training to be a more obedient husband while I spent leisure time getting my hair or nails done or dining with friends. It gave me great peace of mind knowing the computer programs would not only test Rick's progress, but provide direct discipline in the event it was unsatisfactory. Talk about a motivator. I find the automated element of his training very gratifying, not having to worry, or even think about.