We made some small talk on our way to the mall and it was clear to me that she was nervous. I wanted to make her feel comfortable but there was only s... much I could do or say. I was thinking about the glorious sex that awaited us while she was overwhelmed by the whole deal.We entered the mall and to my relief, we had the lingerie store to ourselves and plenty of time to browse carefully. She had told me on the social media site that she had never worn sexy underwear because her parents would. Those words passed through my head as I stopped at the head of the gravel driveway leading down to the big house.I looked nervously at my wrist watch, it was 06:07am and already the sun was beating down on my neck, I had taken this paper-round to use the extra cash as summer beckoned, as did this final daunting delivery, the man was horny for me and always made sure I saw him, as naked as the day he was born.His house is surrounded by trees, a perfect isolation that allows him liberties to. The dim morning light coming through the window let him see her eyes."Again?" she sighed.He laughed. "It's morning, woman. We have to get up."She was able to pout with both her wordless voice and the way she wiggled against him. Then, suddenly, her eyes opened wide and she sat up, her hair flying."It's morning? Oh no! I have to get back! Boots is still there! How will she get out? How will I get back in?"She jumped up and looked for the leather clothes she had borrowed last night, only to throw. Nothing like that. I just remember sitting in that nice hot bath, watching the water turn kind of pink and getting sleepy.And I had this weird dream that Paul had come home from work and found me there and he had started yelling and trying to wake me up and then he ran to the phone and then ... he just slumped down next to the tub, sitting on the cold tiles of our bathroom floor, and he wept.It was a great dream and I hated to wake up. It was like hitting the snooze button so you could just go.