"I nodded. "I'll keep that in mind for next time."She focused on me again. "So, there'll be a next time?"I shrugged. "If I'm ever going to really lear... about being a Dom, then I'll continue to need coaching."She stepped closer with an intent expression. The leather of her corset grazed the cloth of my shirt. "What about being a sub?"I focused on her eyes. She was serious. "As I learn about one, I'd better understand the other." It's not the same thing," she said softly. "I can teach you. I. "Samantha, I am afraid this might take more work. The first pass didn't do it."She walked over and he was almost painfully aware of her presence. She felt her nipples, which free of the bra containing them had hardened under the rubbing of the larger shirt and were hard nubs pressing against the fabric making her whole body tingle all over again. Her breasts were a good size, not large but balanced with her frame and he was guessing that they would have a lovely weight to them. The white shirt. . and hoping she’d wash his back. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, choosing instead to lay out the picnic that she’d organised. It was nothing remarkable – some fresh game, caught by one of the Dalish hunters who’d been helping supply the army, some bread and cheese, and a rather expensive bottle of wine. Getting fancy food in the middle of an army camp was impossible, but at least it wasn’t salted meat from one of the barrels and hard biscuit.She didn’t have to wait for long until he. " Not to worry, Bill," replied Ken amiably, "We're Christians. We're into forgiveness and never calling to mind. Matter closed. Have a good Christmas." Thanks, Ken. You too." By the way," replied Ken, and he sounded uncharacteristically arch. "Is it Rachel who's been naughty, and who's getting the rocket?" Yes, that's right." Wow! Well enjoy yourself! I wouldn't mind correcting her myself!"When I had put the phone down I looked at Rachel with a mixture of relief and exasperation. I did not know.