A fleet of taxis took the revellers home eventually after a couple of rousing Irish jigs from Sean and we stood in the doorway waving them off, earlie... on we'd noticed Cassie and the twins whispering and giggling, so it looked like I'd be sharing Jane's bed again.I bolted the doors and asked if anyone wanted a drink for a nightcap, but the twins took hold of each one of Cassie's hands and announced that they were going to bed,"I take it that my boss isn't going home tonight, am I right?"I put a. It was an email alert on his phone, which he would normally ignore, but something in the moment told him to look. It was from Caroline - “Can we talk tomorrow after school.” No subject. No hello. No question mark, either. Instead, only a request.Like a new character introduced in the middle of a TV show’s season, this email opened up a whole new world of possibilities for Mr. Livshitz to exist in as he stroked harder and harder, faster and faster, considering all of the things that may be said. Maybe you will manage to pull yourself through some of those gut wrenching times of silence and just start to relax only to hear their bedroom door open. For a few panic-stricken moments you sit up and stare at your bedroom door expecting them to enter but then you hear them go downstairs. Of course, they will be thirsty and need refreshments.Now is your chance to go and join them; to speak to them; to see your wife. You need some reassurance from her; a kiss; a cuddle, an acknowledgement that. I felt Miss Vee pull me closer to her. I could now breathe in the scent of her body from where I was. She smelled slightly different than the others, but I wasn't sure how. Perhaps she was more mature? I got the feeling she had some sort of exotic background, although she didn't speak with an accent. "Come up here. Hands behind your back," Miss instructed, tugging my leash. Her legs opened up. I was guided by Miss Vee's warm, smooth nylon on both sides of my body as she pulled me into her.