Softly his fingers caressed her skin. From cheek down and over her neck and partly exposed shoulder. ‘I know about your mother……about your uncle... I was too young myself to go and fetch you because you had already run. But I knew that I’d find you eventually.’ Still confused, she searched his gaze. ‘I still don’t quite understand. Even if we were betrothed as children……why would you waste your time searching for me.’ ‘Because we are one and the same.’ Lifting up her free hand, he placed it flush. "How would you like me to clean you up, Jamie? With a wet flannel or would you rather I licked it?" Would you do that? Lick it I mean. I have always fantasised about that."I slip from my seat under the table, and help slide his shorts off. I hold his cock, it is slippery with his cum. I lick the length of it and then take his knob into my mouth! It is tastes sweet, much sweeter than any cock I have ever tasted before. He must be on a special diet. Chris removes her nightie and she is struggling. At the exhibition we were standing by an incomprehensible piece of alleged sculpture. It was dull, with bits of wood, some metal and an egg. Yes, I did say an egg. ‘This, my stockinged friend, is called “Reflective Mood.” Now, to my untutored eye it has rather the appearance of something my sister Cassandra….’ ‘The second “a” like the ahhhh I emitted a little earier?’ ‘Your memory is a constant delight to me.’ She grinned and her hand twanged a suspender through the blue silk of my frock. ‘It. He was actin' like a pimp! It seems he has fallen back to what he thinks a pimp sounds like and he's trying to sound like Huggy Bear from an old Starsky and Hutch episode. Cool. I think I know what the scenario is going to be today!After about 10 minutes of lettin' me know that he's my Master, no, make that my Pimp, and I've got to do what he says or there will be some harshness that'll be more than words. I've not seen him like this before, and I have to say that the effort he has gone.