I met my friend Mistress Justine for lunch on Friday. That's not her real name, but it should be. She and her husband, Raoul (also a pseudonym) have been married 15 years and the last time we spoke Justine admitted their sex life had stagnated. But as I looked up from my vegan menu I was blinded by the vision of a smoking hot, sex Goddess walking through the door.
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