Guess you’re getting dessert tonight after all.I was prepared to work much harder for it. You should have made me suffer more.I should have, but I�...m craving dessert.I love you so much, Grace. I’m sorry I didn’t handle Astrid better.I love you too, Mac. Now get naked and on the bed. I’m hungry.So, is it my turn or yours to be the sex slave?We’ll take turns.Grace shed her clothes in the living room so that she could walk into the bedroom naked. Her hair was windblown from being out on the. “Let me guess,” I replied. “Sunbathing.”“Clever boy!” she giggled. “Today I’m doing it topless.”The mental picture sent shivers down my spine. I imagined her bare back warmed by the sunlight. And better yet, I pictured her rolling over to expose her big, soft breasts and pale pink nipples to the open air. The thought of such brazen exhibitionism gave me a thrill (even if the patio was pretty well hidden by a high wooden fence).“And do you know what else?”This time she had me at a loss.“My. “Honey, I have just one more to plant and I'll be right there. Just let me finish this up.”His response was to pull her hair even tighter. She rose to her feet, hoping this would alleviate the tension he was applying. She was successful; once she stood his hands moved to her shoulders, rubbing them deeply. His head slid down behind hers and he calmly spoke into her ear.“We're taking a break, sweetie.”She pouted, “I have just one left, look!” She motioned down towards the last hole. “You go and. ‘What’s that stuff your cooking?’ ‘It’s called ‘stir fry’.’ ‘Sounds weird, what’s in it?’ ‘Lots of things, chilli, broccoli, carrot, onion, cauliflower, garlic, chicken, noodles and capsicum.’ ‘Jesus, you go to all that trouble, why not just get a takeaway?’ ‘I don’t care for takeaway.’ ‘It’s all I ever eat,’ she said. ‘Have you got a coke? I’m thirsty.’ ‘No.’ ‘What’s that stuff over there?’ she pointed to the drinks cabinet. ‘Whisky.’ ‘I’ll have some of that.’ ‘Do you think you should in…in.