Footsteps slowly crossed the room and came to stand behind her. As they lingered, she could feel him, feel the heat he emanated on her body, and feel ...is eyes staring at her back. ‘You can turn around and walk right back out the way you came in,’ she said blithely. ‘I’m not leaving,’ he said, ‘There’s a lot we need to talk about.’ ‘I have nothing to say to you.’ ‘Oh, I find that hard to believe. If nothing else, I know you wanna scream at me and call me an arse or whatever kind of British cuss. . ?" Tami asked."I've got a key."Tami looked her question at me."When he was in Vermont in November, I fed his dogs and cats."We played in the snow for almost three hours. Over the last month, while waiting for a good snow, I'd brought up a couple of sleds, a toboggan, and some plastic trash can lids, and now we put them to use.I think the trash can lids were my favorite. We'd hold the lids and get a running start, then hurl ourselves down the hill, landing on the lids and skimming the snow to. I just want to get fucked. I really love to have hard, pounding sex. I love to have my pussy eaten, but there is more to sex then just my pussy. I mean there is his cock and there is the feeling of joy, when you get fucked. I absolutely love to have sex. I have thought of a way to get what I want. I'm now going to be more dominant in our relationship. I've thought of something a little different that I want to do. I told Glen I want him to watch me play with my toys. He would not be able to. No thanks... uh... I have to get some wine."Ryan quickly exited and went across the hall and opened another door. He almost sighed in relief when he saw wooden stairs leading to the basement. There was a light on and he began to walk down the creaking wooden steps. Three steps down he heard a moan. "Shit," he whispered to himself. Someone was in the wine cellar. He stepped down two more steps and bent over to peer into the dimly lit basement. The room was filled with wine racks and old crates..