The bubbles formed by the collision of water, soap, and friction trailed the soap. An angelic expression came over his face. With calm movements, he c...reened over his arm in a pattern like a Zamboni. He grabbed the face towel, freshened it up with water, and rinsed of the soap. The walls held the half-light of the late afternoon that flooded through the milky window pane. The gently gurgling sounds of water from his labor of love were upheld by the silence like a painter inflicts a master. I had been as excited as I'd ever been on a date. The meal was first class and Maria had her first sip of white wine, which she wasn't too sure of at first, but had finished one glass by the time the meal was over.“Coffees, sir, " the waiter asked, and I looked questioningly at Maria. She shook her head, and when the waiter had left she whispered, "I've bought myself a percolator. I'd like you to try it out."Come on, I told myself, you are a highly experienced guy. You shouldn't be feeling like. Fine. If she wanted to cling to the false notion that a bit of iron would save her, so be it. She would be disabused of that soon enough.He sat down again. She started at the movement."All right, Renee. Time for some lessons." He held up a finger. "First: you will obey me in all things. No matter what they are. If I instruct you to jump off the roof, you will do it. As you just saw- I can make you do anything, but there are easy ways ... and painful ways. Understand?"She shivered. "Yes, sir.". I cupped them, and began to gently massage them in a circular motion, rubbing her thick erect nipples through the fabric. Her body trembled, if this could get her so aroused I figured that motherfucker was a “wam, bam, thank you ma’am” kind of guy; asshole. I caressed the sides of her body, and her belly with the tips of my fingers, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes had this lustful gaze, and I wondered if her husband had ever seen her like that. I reached her pants and began to unbutton.