‘In what context?’ I frowned at her. A first. ‘In the context, first, of your becoming one, followed by the context of your handling one.’ Fin...lly she looked up at me. She appeared suddenly ashen. ‘I–don’t know,’ she admitted. ‘To the first, at least–I don’t know.’ My brow piqued. ‘And to the latter?’ Breathing in deep, she sat up straight and rigid. ‘I can hold my own well enough.’ She began to offer a half smile, then thought better of the choice, instead, she turned her attention to her. It looked like it would be hard to cut her hair that way, I wondered who she got to help her. Ignoring that question, I pressed her back down kissing her belly button again, making sure I had gotten the last of the wine out. After her body was clean I knew one more place my tongue belonged. The intersection of her legs held a tasty dessert that wasn’t on the menu downstairs. As I moved down Audrey reached for the wine, but I stopped her. “Take a drink of wine yourself, I want to enjoy. “Oh my God, he was amazing. I cannot fucking wait for tomorrow” the thought already making her wet.As she closed the door to her room, she looked at her phone and saw Joseph had left her a message. “You are not allowed to cum without my permission. You are not to cum until the next time we see each other. I will be sending you instructions for next time by text”. He did not prompt her for a response, and the command made her tingle even more. It was a hard sleep that night.A decade ago I dreamt. “I’ve found another use for you as a step to reach your ridiculously high cupboards.” Tom played along and lay down on his back as Hannah kicked off her black heels. He then watched as she carefully placed one foot and then the other on to the front of the cage, so that her bare feet were almost touching his face. He tried to sit up, but he had no chance with the whole of the woman’s weight pressing down on the cage. “I can reach!” she cried as she held on to the cupboard handle and did a.