Indeed, the parochetshe embroidered for the synagogue of the Belz hassidim was considered sobeautiful that it was used only during the High Holidays.H...nnah quickly distinguished herself by her modesty and pious demeanor.She spoke only in whispers and kept her eyes firmly fixed on the floor,lest she should make eye contact with a man. Her dresses covered herankles and wrists, even during the hottest days of summer, and her highcollars enclosed most of her neck. Her hair was always enclosed in. . Two people sitting. No. I think there was something sexual about the way we sat, the way our bodies pressed together. And I think we knew it, and liked it. We were... Flirting with it. (With each other?) Wondering where it would lead, but content to let it sit for now.And besides, there's something to be said about sitting around with an armful of warm, breathing, beautiful, fragrant female.Eventually Meredith took my right hand in her own, turning it over with the same deft, delicate motions. “OPEN YOUR LEGS” I said in a commanding voice. Without thinking Jazz suddenly sprang her ankles apart. Even she was amazed at how she had automatically reacted without thinking. Now here was a dilemma , did I pretend to be domineering and treat Jazz as a submissive or did I treat her gently and with respect? Now I had never played the “master-slave” routine so why not? “Jazz.. TURN AROUND AND TOUCH YOUR TOES!” Jazz did exactly as she was told but in doing so had closed her legs again whilst. Cindy had a smile on her face that was brighter than her surroundings. All her cares and worries seemed to have dissolved in the few moments between the bedroom and the living room. She sat Mr. Whiskers down on the floor and sat down beside him, stroking his soft fur and listening as he purred his satisfaction with the attention.Seeing that she was momentarily occupied, I excused myself and went back to the washer and put her clothes in to wash. I was able to get them all in one load, even.