When Kathy gave her name and mentioned that she had a reservation for eight o'clock, the receptionist called the maître d' before Kathy could say she...and Jill would wait in the bar until the table became available.Within moments, François was there. Kathy had expected him to be nice to them because of her association with the Wainwright's, but he treated Jill and her exactly the same way he always did when they were with the wealthy couple. "Welcome to Kemoll's. It is very nice to see you. Sunday morning was similar to Saturday morning. The unchaining, the picture taking, the exercise, the hosing. The water followed by the vitamins. Except this time, when Barb locked me back up, she asked me something strange. "Are you right or left handed?" I indicated the left, and she left that one free. Chuck left and she sat down in front of me. Looking me in the eye, she reached out and started stroking my leg. This was the first human contact I had in ages, and I couldn't help but get. Not having fucked in forty eight hours, and primed by the previous day’s conversation with Ash, I was feeling unusually horny when I knocked on the door of Ash and Mel’s home the following day. I response to my knock a voice from within called out to me to let myself in, saying that the door was unlocked. As I closed the front door behind me Mel stepped into the hallway, and with my astonished eyes I could see why she hadn’t wanted to expose herself on the doorstep. She was a white and pink. But that was because I had hardly moved much. The free had started to roam across my chest, waist, hips and thighs in slow motion as he felt his way around. The tongue on my neck made me jump slightly and he licked and dotted kisses along my upper back, which also happened to be my sensitive spot and my whole body trembled each time. Both of us seemed happy to lie there and bask in the sensuous slow touching as the sun started to inch its way up to start the new day. My free hand stroked his.