I felt this strange tingly warmth down in my belly, real low in my belly. I felt like I was dreaming in my bed. I took off my apron, and dropped it on...the table. I smoothed my cotton dress tight over my titties. I almost let out a yell, my own hands put a zinger down my spine, 'bout like the time I put my hand on the tractor spark plug wire. I filled a nice unchipped glass, pretty flowers painted on it, with iced tea from the cooler jug, dumped in a handful of sugar, some chipped ice and. Eventually, Diana got a promise out of them to call before they left. “Now have fun until you can’t walk,” she finished with a giggle, ending the call before they could comment further.After a short make-out session, the newlyweds dressed and went down to the restaurant. As they walked in, the maître d’ asked what name would appear on their reservation. When Mike told him, he ushered them to a secluded table, congratulated them on their marriage and introduced them to their waiter.‘After they. .. ”“Understandable, isn’t it?”“Of course. Sorry...” Quentin ran a hand over Melissa’s smooth back. He recalled, suddenly, how much he had enjoyed whipping that back. Melissa had been the first woman he had ever whipped. Quickly Quentin switched his mind back to the present. He mustn’t think about Melissa in that way anymore. She was his wife. And soon she would be his slave-Mistress. “Rather tactless of me.”“Typical of a man,” said Melissa, without rancour.“What do you propose then, my. She thinks that most men are turned off by the confidence that she exudes as an executive at Stanley & Baker, a publishing firm. But, like any other woman, she had needs, and those needs were not the emotional kind but the carnal needs of a woman long deprived. Today felt like her lucky day, however. She had hired Craig Freemont as her executive assistant, and let me tell you! He was hot, hot, hot. But, that was not what got him the job as her assistant. Craig had come with high remarks from.