Simon wasn't oblivious of the inner struggle that was pushing and pulling his friend. Forgetting, even if just for a couple of hours, about years of being a nice boy, a nice husband, wasn't easy. And that was the precise reason why he, or better: they, needed him. His first times playing that kind of dominance games hadn't been easy, either, and he had no one to guide him, so he had to learn and find his path all by himself. But that was many years ago. Now, he had enough experience and know-how to be Phill and Kate's teacher. Sort of.<br/><br/>"Yes, I know. She wants to go home. - he was still whispering. Kate must not hear. - But she can't decide anything, right now. Not with the collar. Remember? She's Kitty, now. Your Kitty. You're in charge, she'll dance to your tune. You can demonstrate her how much she belongs to you: you own her pleasure and you can pleasure her when and where you want. Her orgasms are yours to command, too." He gently squeezed his friend's shoulder with a mischievous smile.<br/><br/>"Go on. You're doing a great job under the table. Go on and make Kitty cum, just when she'd like to go home. This is just an appetizer for what's coming next. You're in charge."