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I am enjoying a mini vacation with my companion Tracy at the Ritz Carlton in Laguna Niguel, California, USA sitting in the bight California sunshine working on my tan as behind my sunglasses as I watch a cute little waitress in a red outfit wriggle back and forth between the other guests and the Bar.

I roll over in the beach chair to watch the volleyball game, thinking about Arthur, yesterday was his birthday, wondering if he liked my present.

Jake and a fellow guest are battling three girls playing beach volleyball in a sand court nearby.

One of the girls is Tracy wearing a blue one-piece swimsuit, she is in front alongside the net with a striking brunette in a yellow halter bikini. The third girl is also a blond and her significant other is nearby.

The brunette appears to be unattached.... hmmm....

After about 20 minutes the volleyball game begins to bore me and I once again roll over in the sun, thinking about a pretty girl in my cyberspace isolation chamber, wondering if she is certifiably insane yet.

The waitress in her red swimsuit is not to be seen.

I pick up the cell phone and make a call back to our home leaving a message for Arthur.

I hear Tracy swearing at Jake as the boys have apparently scored a point. I again roll over to watch the game.

The dispute over the point is obvious.

Tracy can be very disagreeable at times but when she turns on the charm and decides to win someone over, few can resist.

But I’m not sure if my companion Tracy really likes anyone.

I have never totally comprehended the female mind of a switch.

But we are in love and she is totally subservient to me, her male.

As long as I keep her happy….

She is suddenly now really cozying up to her partner, the striking brunette in a yellow halter bikini however. The two sides come to some agreement about the score.

Tracy’s charm can be literally dripping sometimes. Tracy is an excellent athlete and her figure in the blue one-piece swimsuit still compares admirably to the brunette’s roughly one-third Tracy’s age.

I roll over to watch the Bar scene looking for a cute young thing to talk to.

The girls playing volleyball are shouting now and Tracy and her new yellow halter bikini friend jump into the air to high five each other at winning the point.

Together they run my way towards the Bar.

Tracy reaches for her purse, which I have been guarding for her and heads to the bar while the yellow bikini selects a table with two chairs in a highly visible spot near the door.

The other volleyball players have began to wander off.

Tracy walks towards her table carrying two beers. I watch as Tracy palms the two white *****, just before dropping them in the second beer.

It is becoming increasing clear to me that Tracy’s new found friend will soon lose her yellow halter bikini swim suit and much more.

I pick up the cell phone, it is time to call the Fixed Base Operator at the airport and have them fuel the Lear Jet, we will be leaving soon.

The rented Hummer is ideally placed behind the rear exit.

Being married to a switch has advantages although I generally place second with regard to her conquests.

Tracy tells me that she loves to see the confused look on a new slave girl’s face the next morning.

SJ