I noticed Mrs. Jennings was a submissive woman. I don’t mean just sexually submissive or submissive in regards to a BDSM relationship or some type ...f Master/slave or submissive relationship. Hell, at seventeen I did not know what those were anyway. I mean also in a Biblical kind of way. She believed in the Bible teachings that a wife should be subservient to her husband. There are many Bible verses about wives submitting to their husbands. For example, Ephesians 5:22-24: “Wives, submit. She asks me to turn over as she wants to massage my quads, she feels that may be linked to the back twinge I turn over as she is turned away getting more lotion again I get a good look at her arse and legs. She kicks off her high heels and returns to me now lying on my back arms by my side. My arm finds her leg straight away, before it was an accident now I want to touch her. I put my hand in the back of her thigh as she starts to massage my quads. My eyes are closed as I start to get a little. After I dried myself off I opened the door only to have Gene grab onto my hand and drag me through more dark hallways and into a small room that looked like it hadn’t been touched in ten years. She let me climb into bed myself thankfully, however I found out that she would’ve helped me if she wasn’t fetching a dozen blankets to bury me with. “Get some sleep, I’ll check on you in the morning. Goodnight Max.”I grunted a response before rolling over to my side and shutting my eyes. I was finding. I was already on cloud nine with that secret code.I wasted too much time to reach there and wait for her. After almost half an hour she came covering her face, and asked me to follow her deep in trees, she was walking in front and I was behind like dog lured by bone. I called out her name smita she looked at me and I gave her the naughty smile. She blushed, I asked surpanch ji nahi dikh rahe. She replied ” kyu hum se kaam ki baate nahi ki ja sakti kya ?”She was smart too I had got that by now.