It was upscale, very expensive to join, and offered a discrete, yet public outlet for these men to enjoy their slaves in the company of other owners.S...o many of the older women I saw were beautiful and they were dressed much better than I was. I felt very self-conscious in that slutty outfit I was wearing, but Mr. Reiser didn't seem to notice at all. I did see some other girls my age too, black slaves in their teens and dressed rather sexily, even whorish some of them. Perhaps it was an age. He is nervous, but also excited, buzzing with the anticipation of doing this. He got the idea from a co-worker and how great of a stress reliever it is. And stress relief is definitely something he can use right now. His wife hasn’t been showing any signs that she wants to get intimate with him for months now and it is beginning to wear him down—work does that enough.Grasping the hem of his shirt, Anders pulls it quickly over his head. He lets it drop to the ground and stands for a moment.. My father insisted he’d make her cross the finish line if she started his race.“We’ll see how you feel after we get home from showing you off at the mall. Kids your age still hang out at the mall, don’t they?” Dad chuckled. My Dad didn’t like to window shop or hang around the mall. He was the kind of guy who knew exactly what he wanted and went straight to that store, bought it, and got out of the mall. He said that today he was going to be doing a lot of window shopping.“I am going to teach. " OK," said Jim. "They're all yours when you're ready." Thanks, Jim dear," said Jenny.They went through the bar to the lounge."Ooh, we are honoured," said Judy as they went through."So are we," riposted Jenny with a smile. "You've done your hair, sort of." Ga'arn," shrieked Judy laughingly.They settled down with a drink apiece and read each other's notes."Great minds..." said James."Ye-es but we've both left out any intangible factors. What it boils down to is whether we've got the flair and.