She teased me mercilessly as she went around the room and pretended to straighten it out. Although she still stirred something inside me, I was someho... able to keep control. I smiled at her and walked out of the room with Ashley following.“Ashley, please don’t do that again. I’ll fuck who I want to fuck. I know you thought it was funny and sexy, but I did not.”Ashley threw herself down at my feet, “Master, I’m sorry, I thought you would want your way with her. Please forgive me for assuming. I saw the florist sat on a chair next to the phone and she had been crying. I said are you ok and she looked up a little startled but said yeah. I immediately went into ‘friend’ mode and asked what was wrong can I help etc. She seemed to respond to the kindness and she said she had found out that her ‘cheap lousy wanker of a husband’ hadn’t stopped seeing the tart from the card shop down the road. I didn’t think I was going to get my flowers here so I gave a brief he’s an idiot comment and. I know you're not decent, you little wanker." "How did you know I was there," I asked as I emerged shame-facedly from behind the tree, hurling my binoculars non-chalantly into a nearby bush. "With the sunlight shining off of your binoculars you were about as inconspicuous as a light-house," explained Vanessa. "But if you wanted to watch me why not be sociable and come down and say hello. That way you get a front row seat. And don't worry, playing with yourself is definitely allowed." "Really?". She always exercised when she was bored...and, in her home gym at least, she always exercised naked, with shoes on of course, for safety. The redhead was proud of her body, toned, firm, with enough curves to make people jealous...and she tanned well for a redhead, still paler than most 'tanning bodies' but at least she didn't look like a vampire, at least that is her opinion of herself when without that tan. She turned her treadmill off, satisfied with her time and took a few steps away,.