“And you know what? Ben here would like to watch while I do it to you.” Shaken a little from my trance, I looked at Ben. Still his face had change... little, as though he was used to his friend propositioning his father’s girlfriends. He probably was used to in fact, but that did little to help me. Head spinning, I don’t think the things that were happening to me were fully internalised. My thoughts seemed to come incredibly slowly. For example, it was several seconds since Christian had released. It was a Friday night, and she had gotten home late. She set her glass of water down and reached for it. It read: Making breakfast. It was signed with the letter C. She stared at it for a few moments, as though another message would reveal itself to her. But there was nothing more to the note, and Marie smiled and shook her head. In the morning, Marie woke to the smell of food. Lots of food, and all the smells intermingled were so incredible, her stomach growled. She rolled out of bed and,. “I can see you were not expecting the meter reader.” She replied. “Come on in. I can’t stand at the door like this and it seems I have some more explanations to make.” I stammered. She didn't hesitate she came in and smiled and said nothing more. I took the jacket off. “If you will excuse me I will go and put something more appropriate on, I think this belongs to you.” Then handed her the jacket. “Don’t bother. It suits you although you look even better than you did last night; I only got to. ” Kari grimaced in fear, and at the same time, she felt her pulse accelerate and her heart begin to thump in her chest. Could this really be happening to her? Scott finished sliding the robe off her shoulders, it passed her hips and fell into a pool onto the floor at her feet. Scott leaned into her neck and smelled her, breathing her scent in deep. “MMM…. that smells much better on you my dear, and the outfit looks even better as well. I have always told Sheila that she buys those things much.