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"No, go on."
"I enjoyed not being the one in charge for once. It was worth pushing through."
He rolled onto his side so he could look into his wife's eyes.
"Being ordered to satisfy my owner however she wished, seeing how pleased she was with my body as I danced to her every whim."
"You have a high opinion of yourself."
"As do you," Gregory laughed, "Mistress."
"Fuck you."
"Is that an invitation?"
"Why, how're you feeling?"
Gregory laughed again. "I already just hurtled through the first half of the week," he said, "I'm back to Thursday again."
Lydia's eyes sparkled. "But what year, darling?"
Gregory shrugged, "You tell me."
Lydia rolled onto her back, draping the unfastened collar over her neck, lying in her corset with her breasts showing and her stockings still hitched up her legs. She looked over to her husband, fluttering her eyelashes coyly.
"Oh, I think it's nineteen-fifty," she replied, demurely, "Sir."
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