Her pale form in foetal position, her long, raven hair splayed out on the pillows. No trace of the day’s trials and tribulations remain, only on the...cotton wool in the waste paper basket. After a time she stirs in the silence of a spell. Then she breathes, but the cool, cotton sheets have given way to gardens, where roses breathe poems. She idly reflects over the sweet, sonnets of scent, as above her, the leaves swirl like green hearts in the gentle summer breeze. The sun’s caresses inflame her. Soon that whole erect penis found its way down between Susan’s legs. The sensation of that penis finding her vagina and rubbing hard into her clitoris was breath taking.Susan suddenly woke up in the middle of that dream only to find her own hand down between her legs and fingering herself furiously under her panties. As soon as Susan realized what she was doing she slowed her masturbatory rhythm right down and relaxed into the climax that was steadily building up between her legs. She pulled. He wanted her so near to the brink of release that she knew she was going to explode when He came home. She stood quietly at the very edge of the small table, and eyed the small inlaid box. With her small pale hand, she picked it up. “He should have taken this with Him.” She whispered to herself softly. Her fingers dallied over the black box then slowly opening it, she smiled. “He left His glasses here? Oh I hope He won’t need them.” A suddenly twinge of yearning captured her soul and she. Ed had made arousing sighting part of his memory bank an Art, Missy made it easy to share such a bare view. Her butt cheeks and even her crack which was delineated through the see-thru panties and the thin light blue dress which was very tight and displayed an unladylike visible panty line.This image started the voice in his mind to for Ed to once again take the naughty girl turn her over a whale away using the VPL through the tight seat of her cotton dress outlined by the elastic seams of her.