I turned on the hot water and let it fill the tub. I brushed my teeth while the tub filled, taking notes of how tired I looked in my bathroom mirror r...flection. After the steaming water was where I wanted it to be, I sat down in the heat, letting all the steam carry away all of the headaches and worries I had. With my whole body relaxed, I did something that I had forgotten to do for weeks, I touched myself and mentally relived the fantasy I had of Quinton on New Years. ************* February. You could give lessons to the Girls Club.“Sir Ceiling?”“Ma’am?”“Is there restorative left?” Ellen asked, “Ah ... there is.”Several glugs and swallows later, she said, “Is any one hungry?”“Japanese stir-fry and sushi, please,” I said.“Tempura?” Ceiling asked.“Sure ... why not.”Dinner was as glorious as any we had had in Tokyo, Osaka or Sasebo over the past three years. Ceiling is a good cook.After the meal, replete, my interest popped up and it was off to the races ... again, Sam is wonderful. The two of them hit it off, because they both like the same teams.”Wendy slowly shook her head and shrugged. “I don’t even know what to think.”“It’s okay,” Charlotte said, and waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “I wanted to break it to you easy, but it’s too late for that now.”Wendy found a moment of amusement amidst the onslaught of unexpected information and asked, “What was the easy way supposed to be?”With laughter in her voice, Charlotte answered, “I don’t know. I hadn’t figured it. For instance, I've had some fairly useless gags shoved in my mouth at times,often so inadequate that I could hold a conversation while wearing them. Andalthough it's quite understandable why mistresses favour thick padded leathercuffs and straps and similar items in a session, I find them unnatural andartificial. If a session is sometimes not going very well, I'll often request to be leftalone in front of a mirror for a period to let my imagination run wild andit seems far more realistic and.