My Mistress Apolline taught me that every woman has secret desires, secret needs, sexual fantasies that she denies even to her self. It is the master�...�s obligation to search for these desires, to pry into the dark crevices of his student’s mind and to unlock these desires for his disciple. Do you understand Martine?” Martine’s eyes were drying and the redness was getting less. She nodded and her nervousness was slowly abating, her heart rate slowing. “I have noticed how you look at other. ”“I guess I could come by more often, then.”“Definitely.”She leads you to the door and kisses you goodbye. Go to 18.18You get home and you are greeted by very upset parents. “Where the hell were you? It’s almost 7.! Have you forgotten that we are invited by the MacCleary?”“Oh shit!” you say. “Yeah, ‘shit’! So hurry up, get cleaned up and put on something nice!”You drop your bag, run up the stairs to the bathroom, take a quick shower and put on a shirt and the nicest pair of jeans you got. After. The only answer she’d give me has been, “I don’t want to talk about it.”I’ve asked her if it was painful? Was it bad? Good? Exciting? Dull? And I get, ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’And she’d cut me off, then change the subject to something else. Hell, we’ve been married twenty-eight years. It was a long time ago and I don’t understand why she wouldn’t even begin a discussion. All I know is that Dani wasn’t a virgin the first time we made love. I was. I hadn’t ever been with a woman before. Slowly, the bra slid down, then off completely. Her breasts came free, falling full and heavy, her rosy nipples already puckered. She straightened up and ran her fingertips across the soft white flesh. Her hands slid down to her panties again. She closed her eyes and began to push the lacy material down over her hips. Little by little, more skin was revealed, then her ample mound was exposed. She bent over to push the panties down her legs, kicking them away as they slid over her feet. She.