...--------------------------------------------------------------------------------From: To: Sent: Wednesday, February 13, 2013 11:50 PMSubject: RE: h...y Nothing since I don't have a tax return yet. Are your symptoms getting any worse?--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 14:42:44 -0800From: Subject: Re: heyTo: what is going on with your. "Millie was very quiet as I drove back from Plymouth, and I didn't feel the urge to fill the silence with inane chatter. We got to Tavistock around ten-thirty and I stopped outside her flat. She sat quietly in her seat and looked towards the front door then turned to me."Can we be together tonight?" I leaned over and kissed her. "Are you sure?" Yes." She whispered. I went to get out of the car. "Not here, Greg. My place is so small with stuff all over the place. I was thinking your room." She. Later on that day after breakfast id decided to get ready and head into town with the hope id get a nice outfit for saturday night. Feeling sexy after having a bath and a shave i pulled on the comfiest leggings i could find – no knickers today for me! This i instantly regretted, it was freezing and i dreamed of granny pants! After about an hour of stressing trying to find clothes i gave up, grabbed a new pair of heels and headed back towards the car. On the way i realised i needed a new bra so. “See, she’s well trained now. Naked and masturbating whenever she eats lunch. I swear, the things I have to do to keep her in line!” Cyndi said, teasing, enjoying the shocked look on Samantha’s face.“Really? I mean, she has rules?”“Oh, yes, lots of rules. Don’t ya little doggy slut?”Niki nodded, eating slowly but never stopping her fingers exploration of her wet shaven sex.“See, she likes it. Did you see her shudder when I called her a doggy slut? It’s making her wet. Don’t believe me? Ask.