“Alexa…. stop,” Debra instructed the new artificial intelligence device she’d received over the holi
“Alexa…. stop,” Debra instructed the new artificial intelligence device she’d received over the holidays. She laughed softly to herself, strolled in to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. Not that it really mattered, but she’d instructed the device to set an alarm for 5:15, the time of her husband’s haircut appointment, just so she would know. Earlier in the week Marc had casually mentioned to her that he was overdue for a haircut. Without missing a beat, Debra countered, “Oh, would you like me to set you an appointment with JoAnna? She cuts my hair, but I know she has a lot of male clients. She’s really good…. I’m sure you’ll like her, Marc.” That was all it took. JoAnna wasn’t just Debra’s hair stylist. She was a close friend. A friend with whom Debra shared secrets… intimate secrets. Even secrets like…. the fact that she had taken control of her husband’s orgasms. In fact, she may have mentioned to JoAnna when she scheduled his appointment that Marc would be on Day 9 of no orgasms when he stopped by for his haircut. JoAnna’s eyes had lit up wickedly, and then in a tone of voice that even made Debra grin JoAnna said, “No worries Debra… I’ve got this.” Knowing her husband was likely in the midst of a rather… unique… haircut from her dear friend, Debra made her final preparations for her husband’s arrival back home. With her glass of wine in one hand, she casually circled their bed, double checking the restraints at each of the four corners. All tight. All secure. Perfect. They would need to be sound and secure for what awaited Marc that evening. Debra then headed back downstairs, sitting casually in the corner of the sofa. Her sleek leg swaying gracefully, shoe dangling teasingly from her toes. It wouldn’t be long before Marc arrived home, and she had no doubt that JoAnna would have him primed and ready to go. She would be ready….. and Marc wouldn’t have a chance. -- source link
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