Poor man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to leave I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the paper was covering his lap.Those o... you who have read my Journal will know that I never cross my legs like most women do, Jon won’t let me.As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to stand near door and hold onto one of those leather straps that hang down. I’m not very tall and I have to stretch to reach. My dress hemline got even higher on the side where my arm was. He made me some food and brought it to the table. Nervous, I was about to eat. Mr Smith put his hands on my shoulders and rubbed. I didn't know what to do. He reached down and slid his hand under my shirt. He rubbed my chest, then leaned down and rubbed my stomach. Whispering he said, why don't we take this off. I started feeling funny as he unbuttoned my shirt. Pulling it off he said, let's sit by the television. I don't know why, but I followed him. He sat in the chair and pulled me in front. Answering the door you were surprised to see he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His excuse was that it was hot out, which it was. You could see the sweat on his younger body and couldn’t help but think about ripping his pants off and blowing him right there with the door open for your neighbors to see. But patience is a virtue.You invited him in sounding a little flustered. And you asked if he wanted something to drink. He said he wasn’t thirsty but thanked you. You brought him into the living room and. She said it was to keep my endurance up. My body got more defined as her curves were getting more beautiful then ever. I could never get over how good her body looked. We were young and in love, everything seemed perfect. I had almost forgotten about the ‘big surprise’. Perhaps it was just a ploy to further tame me, not that I cared! I followed Heather’s orders because it made me happy, not because I needed a surprise. I acted on her every whim, completely controlled by her. As I learned her.