"You don't have to do that," she said."Sure I do. I invited you to dinner," he said."Okay, but you didn't really," she said. Her voice never changed. ...t wasn't exactly a monotone as much as a lock of emotions. Nothing showed any emotion when she spoke. She seemed to be struggling trying to find just the right word and tone. He thought she might be trying to cover her lack of emotion with some kind of intellectual decision that certain situations needed a particular emotion.After dinner they. A wild night of passion and we'll never meet again. Your wife will never know. Perhaps you can fulfil a dream, I'm very accommodating." Slowly, I undid his tie and used it to pull him towards the bed. He sat down with a bump."I really don't think..."He stopped when I slipped the robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His mouth hung open as he looked at my stockings, suspenders and lacy panties. "Dear God," he finally moaned, reaching out and touching my leg. Locking my eyes on his. "Good day Doctor," said the housekeeper in German. "I have brought theuseless novice for her injections and blood donation."I took comfort in the fact that she didn't mention punishment at all.Perhaps this was simple routine?The Doctor performed a quick exam and then prepared me to give blood.This was something I'd done in the past, and I recognised thepreparations easily. She soon had the process in motion, and my armbegan to feel numb. I knew that I often felt unsteady after givingblood, and. I don't want to wait. Please, now!"Despite her insistence, I was unperturbed. From experience, I know my Lila, and on this occasion I knew she could wait. Further, I knew that she wanted to wait, that her orgasm would be stronger and better if she waited. She knew, and I knew, and each of us knew the other knew. We play this somewhat elaborate game, with me denying her orgasm and her begging for it, until I finally relent. Often, I surprise her when I do.In fact, she could come anytime, and we.