I loved the idea of you taking me into the bathroom…I give you the large buttplug that I have carved ahead of time out of some ginger root you tell... me to bend over and pull my panties down and to spread my ass apart for you…then you stick the ginger root up my ass, maybe work it in and out a little before shoving it all the way in…then you begin to spank my ass…just a warm up for when we leave the restaurant and take a drive somewhere more private… I think about how she would order me to. When she used to reach climax she used to put three fingers inside her juicy pussy with her eyes closed and head backwards. After satisfying herself fully, she used to continue with her bathing. Despite knowing nothing about sex at that time , my penis used to get erect and used to pain. I used to start stroking my penis and used to enjoy that.This was happening because my father was working in kuwait and used to come for two months only in one year. We were leaving in a rented house with one. That meant that some information stayed in my unconscious memory, the so called hardwired memory. I suppose it was a good sign that I was able to do more, but I still needed the file for the basic intellectual memory, the day to day stuff other people pulled out of their ass."Good morning Sam," I said when he walked through the door."You remembered me?" he asked."You popped up on my file under Thursday morning routine. So how are you today?" I asked."I am good. I do have a few things on for. It's been ... good."She smiled warmly. "I've enjoyed it," she said.I opened my mouth again, about to invite her to call me 'Will', but somehow I couldn't get the words out, eventually saying, "Drive carefully; it's icy." I will," she said, without a hint of bridling at what some might have taken as an imputation they couldn't recognise the danger. "And you look after yourself, Mister Burgin."The lift in my mood was sufficient to motivate me to make sandwiches for tea and brew some herbal.