“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t. Face it. You’re safe. I can have all the orgasms I need, and I can’t get pregnant.”
“I could use a strap-on if you want more,” I told her.
“I had a friend try that one time. She thought it would be fun.”
“What do you mean, ‘she?’ You did it with a girl?”
“Yea, I swing both ways. Man or woman, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t bother me that you can’t use that little thing. You’re great in bed and without being able to blow, you’re always horny and ready to satisfy me. The only thing that matters is how many orgasms I get a day.”
“So, a while ago we were talking about my fake boobs.”
“Go get your chest lasered – no hair. Then we’ll discuss it.”
“No, Mistress. There should be no discussion. You make the decisions. You tell
