Misses Dramila is waiting for me. She is upset. Her face clouds into afrown. I wonder for a moment how long I have been able to read anexpression in a...face so wrinkled. "You have been very foolish, my sweetlove. Just look at you. You have tracked mud and filth into my place ofbusiness. And your hair! Perhaps you do not appreciate all I've triedto do for you, but I expect you to maintain a certain appearance ofcleanliness in this house. You will attend to yourself immediately."I feel odd, being. As I collapsed in the spasms of the next gigantic orgasm, I could only think about how grateful I felt for this opportunity to drop smoking cigarettes in this way.I felt completely spent. This had been such a strong sensation. I was out of breath, I was sweaty and would have been happy if I could just go to sleep, right there like that, in his presence.He stood up, and as he put a hand carefully on the inside of one of my thighs, he looked into my eyes and said, "I think we can stub that out. It was filled with hot tea with a touch of honey, just the way I like it. "Thanks," I said, as I took a sip.We drank our tea in silence. Both of us were hesitant, unsure of how to start a conversation or what to talk about. I spent most of my time watching Melanie's eyes. She's very expressive with them. I was reading lots of precursors for play posturing, but she was too nervous to complete the expression. I decided to try to break the ice and start the conversation again."So, how's your. I have a nice warm and long parka coat that would cover me up respectfully on my way there, and I could always keep it on if things didn't turn out as I planned.And off I head to his, fulfilling my own fantasy of turning up at a man's house in nothing but a coat and underwear, and I was prepared to get my revenge for the time he pounced on me.When I got to his, he invited me in and made me a drink, he eyed up my heels and the fishnet material visible on my calves. I crossed the uncrossed my.