Dexter said, “It’s a little strange. When we were married, we would have just called that night ‘an evening out.’ Now, it’s a ‘date.’”...��I don’t remember you and Mom going out, except on your anniversaries,” Will said.“We went out a couple evenings a month when you were small, then we got too busy,” Dexter said.That was the whole story. At one time, his life had been pretty good, but then he got too busy. Everyone got too busy to take care of the important things in life.“So how was the date?”. He leans down and scrapes his stubble across the base of my neck, as I shudder with pleasure. I can see our reflection, and I love the way we look. Him intent and hungry, me abandoned to sensation, the curves of our bodies as we strain toward each other. He drops my wrists, and as one hand slips under my shirt to peak my nipples, the other unhooks the waistband of my jeans. With my hands free to roam I slide them back and trace the bulge of his erection through the thick denim of his jeans. I. ” His strong voice soothing and reassuring her as he rocked her gently.Once he was sure she was finally calmed, he stood and carried her to the small dining table and sat her in her chair, then reached into the bag to get out the food and sodas he had had gotten them for lunch. After the food was laid out, he sat heavily in his chair and sighed then started telling her the story of how he had pursued Katie and how Kevin fit into it, even how he had finally driven Kevin from he and Katie’s. I knew I was tall and thin, and narrow hipped, and men were always remarking that I was hung, which I think meant they wanted me to fuck them though they rarely admitted it and preferred to fuck me instead. If I got lucky tonight I'd get to come too, but I wasn't counting on it, and anyway, servicing my Master had nothing to do with my pleasure and everything to do with his.With make up finished, I was ready for my Master except for a quick cleanup of my little bathroom. My service was so.