I pulled my arm from around her waist and pushed it between her legs from behind, lifting her ass into the air roughly with my palm covering her soaki...g wet mound, having to press with the tips of my fingers above her pussy somewhat hard to keep my hand from slipping off. I then hooked my fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, still keeping a tight grip on her hair as I pulled them under her knees and off of her ankles. I rubbed the thin, soaked, stained cotton. Then the following day when he took her for her daily walk outside, she tried to reach for his hand on a few occasions. Then there was the time he was quietly sitting on the veranda one evening, he was thinking about Anna and what had happen a couple of days earlier, she got on the veranda by herself and she choose to sit in the swing just next to him.Yes he could tell that she was trying in her own way to attract his attention, but he wasn't ready just yet to show her his affection. By the. She still felt herplace was as a female, serving women.It had taken decades of training with Mistress Theo and Mistress Erisbefore annaleah had been deemed ready to take the next step. For allthose years she had only been in service to women. One night she beensent to a long standing Seattle event, "The Prom You Never Went To."This was a formal event where long dresses, petticoats and high heelswere the norm. annaleah was done up as a gorgeous young woman in ballgown and impossible heels and. "Where do you think you're going, mister?" Marcy Driscol stood in the doorway, blocking his path to the Mercedes. In the glow of the emergency lights, he could see the determined look on her face and the single barreled shotgun, which was aimed squarely at his chest."Hello, Marcy. So good of you to make it." Mitch reached for the holstered 1911."Don't even think about it," she warned."We both know that peashooter ain't loaded. But before you die." He paused. "Again. I am curious, how in God's.