I am afraid that I have displeased you, until I feel your hands on my ankles. One on either side as they glide up my legs, your calloused hand feeling...its way up my smooth skin, until it reaches above my knee a ways to where my inner thigh begins and stops. My hips again thrust upward excited and let down that you have stopped. I open my eyes to see you. You are laid out between my legs and you are simply staring at my womanhood. My flower is facing your eyes and you seem to be telling it who. Very chic, I would have told her had she not spoken first."You better hurry, if you plan to be ready for breakfast by 7:30," she said it then turned away. Cheryl might be all about routine. It wouldn't be unusual for institutionalized people to be heavily regimented.That was it. No good mornings, thanks for eating me out so good. It was just hurry up or you will be late. "Right," I said as I walked out the door in jeans and a sweatshirt no underwear at all.The untouched coffee from the night. That evening did not find me on the couch but I sat on the toilet seat as she first checked and then cleaned my face before putting on another layer of white goop.Going into the living room she put some music on and motioned me to dance with her!"But I don't know how to dance, never learned how!" Oh well, it's a must at the hotel. Every employee must know how as we sometimes have to dance with the guests. Now put you hand on my shoulder like this and your other in my hand and follow my lead.". ‘Hello?’ Saint’s irritation dripped from the word. Who the hell called at two a.m. If it was another crank call he was going to hunt the guy down and crack his balls. ‘Saint.’ He knew it was Tanyi’s voice just from how she said his voice. All the seductive honey was there but something was different. He could actually hear tears in her voice. ‘Babe, are you okay?’ ‘I need you.’ ‘I’m on my way.’ Ten minutes later, Saint’s porches screeched onto their street, drawing the eye of everyone. He.