I pat her face with affection, then lean down and pull my shorts back on. We relax for a few minutes, her head nuzzled in my lap as she remains sittin... obediently on the carpet between my knees. She rubs my leg and I pet her hair, as we just silently enjoy the afterglow.The sun is beginning to rise. “We should go. I’ve got a lot to teach you.” We head to the bedroom upstairs again, closing every curtain we can along the way, making the house as dark as possible. The bedroom has nice blackout. The soft sound of tiptoes running bare orin slippers entered the room. Monica headed for its center after a fewlast words to Maggie: "I fear I'm the one who must rush off now becauseI see my young charges are now ready and eager to dance. You mightwant to sit in one of those folding chairs by the windows because itwill give you the best view of Blair's work at the barre. As a novice,she'll be spending a lot of time there. And don't you fret: Yourdaughter will have loads of fun at Dame. . haven't realized", he said. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, honey, I know" she said. "But from now on it will all be different. You will jerk off and edge yourself for me, for hours if necessary, and I will masturbate in front of you at the same time, having a glorious orgasm after another, enjoying it fully, and getting off on the knowledge you can't spill your trouser grime ever again. Enjoying your suffering." "Enjoying my suffering?" he said and tried to get up but her wife's gentle touch kept. It’s always something.So ... for the second time in a month, Wendy went inside to pay. She picked up a gallon of the blue stuff for the washer bottle.There was a banner over the register counter... We Sold A Winner! she read.“What?” she asked the clerk.“The BIG one,” the girl responded.“Who to?”“We don’t know, they haven’t come forward, yet,” said the clerk.Wendy paid for her purchases ... including the cup of half coffee half hot chocolate and left.Spring turned into summer, nearly every day.