Enjoy, dont pick it to death. Sturing the pot of chocolate again so it doesnt clump I lay out the strawberries and the pineapple, to be dipped and eat...n later tonight. The house has been cleaned and I had a couple of bags of rose petals make a small trail to the bedroom. Finishing up I take the small platter to the bedroom along with a long nosed lighter. Setting the platter on an end table in front of the bed ,I light the candles that Ive put around the room. Then taking a quick shower and. Very occasionally I imagined using her for a tit fuck, cuming on her neck and face."How are you?" I asked, my mind as always full of lewd thought, of Yvonne or others. Her reply and the usual polite banter that followed would bore you to tears, so I'll omit them."How's Tom? Did he come with you?" I followed up."How is he? Who the fuck cares? I've had it with him. I don't care if I never see him again, unless I'm standing there spitting on his grave. Where is he? He's in San Francisco with a new. Sanjeev waited in the room. She noticed that the toilet door was more of a half door leaving a gap at the top. Soon she realized why it is like that because there was not a single hook in the bathroom to keep clothes. One has to keep on the door top, that's why the gap is left there. But soon she also realized that Sanjeev was there in the room and he would see the clothes that she keep on the door from within the room. So he will clearly have an idea to what extent she was undressed in the. When she finally pushed the sheets off her and sat on the edge of the bed the clock now read 9:10. With a yawn she stood up, a discarded t-shirt and pair of panties lay on the floor by her feet, stepping over them she walked from the bedroom next door to the bathroom turning on the light as she entered. Standing in front of the mirrored cabinet in the bathroom she looked at herself. Her brown hair messy from a nights’ sleep she ran her hands through it, pulling on a few knots in her hair,.