She quickly gave his chest a bite before spinning the bottle again.Aryan brought us some whiskey. But since I don’t like it much, I poured myself so...e vodka and ice. It was now Aryan’s turn. He chose to ‘Dare’ as well.Rohit spoke up before I had a chance. He told Aryan to dance. Now I was disappointed a bit since I missed my chance of doing something naughty.But once he started dancing, I was taken aback. He kept staring at me while dancing. Slowly he opened his shirt, one button at a time. I. " No, my sweet. You haven't. You just aren't ready to go the whole way, even though a lot of you wants to. I'm not going to hold that against you. As I said I respect you for it. So, just be happy and don't get yourself in a tizz about it. I can live without making love to you for the time being but I can't live without you." Thank you, darling." She snuggled even closer to him if that were possible and they both fell asleep.Mark woke some hours later. Her hand was gently stroking his chest. It. It was at least a twenty pound bird. I had set a glass pan under it to catch the drippings. I peeled five pounds of potatoes, quartered them and put them in a bowl holding salted water. That went into the refrigerator. I set the giblets simmering in a pot with bay leaves and peppercorns. At three hours until noon I dropped the pudding bags into boiling water. The cold potatoes came out of the fridge to warm up. At about an hour before noon I started the oven and put the butter on serving. He looked me up and down then started touching me—my thighs at first, then he worked his way up my hips, and higher still to the back of my head. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face closer until it was just inches away from his own. “You’re very pretty,” he said. “Thank you… sir.” I slipped. I had just called him sir without having been asked. “Sir?” he repeated. “I like that,” he said with a grin. Still holding me by my hair, he pushed my mouth onto his own. I felt his tongue enter my mouth.