He’d called her home from work for that? Not that it hadn’t been easy to wrap things up a little early, and not that it wasn’t kind of romantic,...but that was probably a surprise that could wait until tonight. Still, she was here, and Miles did have a way with the big, cheesy romantic gestures…she wandered down the hallway, her thoughts already drifting towards images of bedspreads strewn with rose petals and bottles of champagne on ice. She didn’t get rose petals, but there was a bottle of red. .. she pleated" I told her, "Very well then, get on your knees and lick and suck my cock clean bitch." She did. When she was done I told her to wait until I was back in bed five minutes, then go into her bathroom and brush her teeth and clean her face up. I told her to sit her alarm early and when my wife Charlotte was in the shower I expected Jaimie to be sucking my cock to completion in my bedroom. "Yes Master."Well, I went back and fell sleep soundly. I woke with Charlotte getting. You must see."She beckoned me into the room ahead of her. I sighed inwardly at thisinconvenience, but enter the room without fuss. Only one foot is insidewhen I suddenly stop and stare at the panorama before me.My first impression was of pink. Lots and lots of it. From the walls,to the bed linen, to the sleek chairs, and other furnishings. Inaddition, there was an abundance of design elements that were decidedlyfemale. From the decorations on the walls, to the red roses, andbottles of perfume. Performed the usual morning stuff and moseyed into the kitchen.I drank ice-cold grapefruit juice directly from the bottle. Why not, no one else awake.Then, legs curled beneath me on our red leather sofa, I scrolled through my mail, jump-starting the day. Actually, I checked my news feeds first. Something I’m doing more of since the last election upended things in DC.In addition to the screen light, the Main Street windows provided ambient illumination in our otherwise dark loft. I heard Walker.