Receptive. I knew Adrienne trusted me, and I knew she thought I was pretty. But going from thinking you're pretty to wanting to cross the gay line are...two different things entirely. "If you're interested ... and if you've got an open mind ... I think I might be able to teach you how to teach Blake." Oh," the young blonde replied with a smile, nodding agreeably. But Adrienne was a smart cookie, and a second later she got the extra layers of innuendo in my voice. Her eyes went wide and she. Her eyes widen and she smiles. “I’d know your taste anywhere, baby. You came inside her not long ago. That just makes this more important for me to do. Lay her down on the bed.” Rick bends and slides one arm under my knees, the other under my arms and lifts me up, carrying me over to the bed and lying me down. I am just a toy to them right now; they are not asking for my permission or opinion, but are using me for their own amusement, and I am surprised and a little ashamed to say I kind of. ”Evelyn took a step in my direction.“What else do you like?” she asked as she approached me. She stopped directly in front of me, her hands clasped behind her back, just mere inches from where I stoically stood, watching her every move.“You know,” Evelyn spoke softly, “I have a huge crush on you.”“That would make two of us,” I replied.“Why haven’t you ever said anything?” she asked.“Because I am married, and I didn’t want to complicate things for either of us,” I replied.“But you are here now,”. " He shifted forward in the chair so that she could lay across his lap. She climbed across and positioned herself comfortably and sighed contentedly as she felt his hand on her bare bottom. He caressed and stroked it slowly for a few seconds before speaking again. "Why am I spanking you, pet?" "Because I am yours and you want to, Master. To remind me of my place, Master." She paused ever so slightly and sighed in happiness. "And because I want you to, Master." He raised his hand and brought it.