” I got blank stares from everyone. “Friday is Valentine’s Day. Shouldn’t you be with your wife and I with ... um ... my fiancée.”“Don’... be silly, Tony,” Kate said. “We’ll have a lovely day on Sunday. I have it all planned out.”“We need a new definition,” Lissa said. “Wait right there, Tony.” She hustled Melody, Kate, and Wendy into the bedroom while I sat in the living room trying to figure out what was going on.“Right,” Kate said when they returned. “We decided that the holiday called. "Aside from 'visions borne of the loins of angels', it's said that the ritual of preparation is much of the seduction of absinthe. I believe you know something of the seduction of ritual, don't you my dear?" "I - I never thought of this as a ritual, Simon." "But of course it is - a ritual to be played out, then dismissed until whatever brings you back to me laps at your little cunt once again." "So, I'm nothing more than a slave to this 'ritual', as you put it? My only true existence is here. “Get down on your hands and knees! You'll crawl like a dog and follow behind me.”I walk up the stairs and my slave follows behind me up the stairs crawling. We get to the top and we're now in the kitchen. I've filled his dog bowl with water.“I've left you water in your bowl. You may have a drink like a good pet.”Slave then proceeds to lick at the water and takes a drink. While he is doing that, I'm sitting on his back. I move my black bustier down to expose my breasts. I lean down and move my. " I told her that I would be a complete gentleman and that I wouldn't try any funny stuff. (Even though I wanted to in a bad way) She agreed and I followed her to her home. I asked where her husband was and she said he would be gone for the rest of the week for work. Then is when I understood just how lonely she was but she was a faithful wife and I didn't want to push my luck and say anything that would get me out of the chance to rub those beautiful feet. After helping her put her groceries.