This guy was shifty as hell. There was no way I was about to trust him to NOT attack me. “No, I don’t think so. You can slide it under the door.�...“I would Ma’am, though I think that the money would be difficult,” the little guy replied.Money?“Money? What money? I haven’t done anything to deserve or take money from you. Nor do I think that I trust you enough to do so!” I told the little guy.“As I said Ma’am, this is from my master.” Sighing the man stood there for a bit longer. “Miss I will leave. Remember that?Won't you have funwatching it happen?"I could tell daddy was listening but still very uncomfortable. Since Inow knew of one of his major fetishes I decided to put it to use. It wastime to bring this discussion to a head and find out if he would go alongwith it or not. It was his decision now but I was going to make sure Idid all I could to make him think about it seriously. And not just beembarrassed or afraid. I do have pretty feet and toes and had paintedthem a bright red color. "She floated closer, that familiar tingle in her stomach growing as she got near him. "If I let you touch them, will you give my top back?"He seemed to consider it, circling her in the water, trying to stay out of arms reach, eyes still occasionally glancing down at her chest. "Maybe. What else is on offer?"She smirked at him. "Oh, I can think of a few things you'd like." She came in closer, hands resting on his bare torso. He licked his lips and raised an eyebrow. Her fingers began to trace. A little bit strange, I thought to myself, I was sure that they were on vacation, but knew they had a daughter at college who often came home so put it down to that. I got inside and heated up some lasagne left over from the night before and took it upstairs to eat in bed while watching TV. My husband was on a trip with work and was coming back the next morning, and knowing a could relax like a slob, I changed out of my sharp skirt suit and into my sweats. Tucked up in bed with my lasagne, I.