Milton wasn't sure, but it seemedfrom his position on his back that he was in another room. "Okay sleepyhead sister, time to get up and show the worl... it's newestwonder worker!" To Milton's surprise the person addressing him was the little woman whohad been giving him his massage; a woman as far as he had been able totell knew no more than a dozen words of English, and here she was notonly speaking it, but speaking it like a native, and being rude about itby calling him sister. "Well hell". Sitting back down in my chair and taking a big drink, I hear a light knock and a giggle. My cock swelled more and my throat got tight. I looked up and saw this hot looking female in the doorway with a trench coat on, not quite covering her knees. My body froze and got rigid as she put her finger over her lips. Then shut the door, locked it, and turned off the overhead lights. This left only my desk lamp on. Sweat was all over me now; it reminded me of a workout. She turned towards me and. ‘Haven’t you grown up all of a sudden Tom.’ On the walk back to the house he seemed unwilling to move far from her side but finally interrupted the highly charged silence to speak. ‘I’m starting university this autumn.’ ‘Where will you go?’ ‘To the LSE. It’s handy because I can live in my apartment in London and come down here at weekends.’ They threaded their way through the tiled sculleries and still rooms towards the kitchen which a flush faced Tom finally entered with Fiona close behind. . That task completed, she now turned to herself.She generally preferred to use rope (over time he had taught her enough to make her almost an expert at the art of Shibari), but this occasion called for more precision. After placing exactly the correct number and types of straps, chains and variously sized padlocks where they would be within her reach as needed, then storing all other items back in the closet out of sight and reach, she selected a thick leather waist harness, equipped with a.