It's time that I tell you about Paul, dear husband. This is now my second set of confessions, and although I know that you are fuming, I also know that you are elated that SOMEONE can finally please me, since you do such a piss poor job of it. I give you a briefing on my encounter with another human play-thing and you have no choice but to sit back and listen. Hope this doesn't fuck your day up at work...I still have more of your money to spend, so we don't want that in jeopardy, do we? :P