What do you think? And hour late? Two maybe?"I go white again, her teasing makes me nervous because I totally believeshe'll go through with her threat... I manage to stammer out, "W.. whatever you think best Mistress Thorne."She chuckles again, walking back to me and placing one hand firmly on myshoulder. "Don't worry too much my little bitch. I intend for you to bemine, not hers."And with her other hand she slaps me across the face, leaving my cheekaching, "Now go, and be the best maid you can. ." You do fall hard, don't you?" I do. I'm visual, Shar." I know. Your poems are so well observed. Are you going to write one about us?" If I can get the right hook established, maybe." He ran his finger along her biceps. "Didn't you fall hard, too?" Yes, but it's different for a girl. It's more important how a guy makes her feel than how he looks." How do I make you feel?" Loved. I've never felt so loved as I do now." She snuggled against him and he smoothed his hand along her back. "This. “She wanted to come and enjoy the evening with us.” My heart started racing. I remember tasting her panty waste and it was so good and her panties were small so I knew she was a petite girl. I opened the door and there stood a girl that come up to the middle of my chest. She had her brown hair in a pony tail and that left her neck visible and it was so small tasty. She was in baggy jeans and a shirt to big so it was hard to tell how thin she was, but she couldn’t have been more than 85 or 90. Her bedroom though is completely bare other than a stripped bed and the empty dresser."As we walked out and down to my car, I asked her, "Is the same restaurant still good for you?" Yes, and thank you in advance for the dinner. It was very good last week and I am looking forward to the tiramisu again."As before, her smile lit up her face and it made me feel good to at least seem like I was doing something to make her smile. Hopefully she would accept my offer and it would really make her.