; doing things around the house for her that maybe you normally don’t do; taking her out for romantic candlelit dinners. Anything like that will SHO... her you love her, and throughout this whole process, KEEP doing it. Don’t just do it once or twice, then not again. Every step along the way, SHOW her so that she knows the things you are doing are out of love for HER, not because of your own needs. It must be for HER, and she must always feel that. Once she gets the idea you are doing it for YOU,. Im not understanding why you like to anger me. I figured the lesson of you sleeping on the floor was enough."At these words, she struggles against his hand. She opens her mouth, words dripping with acid off her lips,"If you must know Sir, I was cleaning the house. If you must know Sir, I was in the middle of cleaning the bathroom when your little friend stopped by for a visit. Seemed to him that I was better suited to whine, than be a house bitch."He looks down at her, with laughter in his. I guess that's why it's called that sort of sex. I felt like a moth, I couldn't help the feeling of being attracted to the flame of all that Saturday night promised, but I also felt it could be bad for me, not what I should be doing, not even really what I wanted to be doing. But, it's too late for that. I've set it up, and TJ deserves it.On Thursday evening, Davinia came round and I cooked hot 'n spicy. Well at lunch time I'd found that my favourite greengrocer had just got in a stock of four. It was a secluded dead end. She asked if I wanted to “see the merchandise.” I sheepishly nodded. Missy then looked both ways, saw no one and opened her coat. She was wearing garters, nylons and nothing else. She looked gleefully naughty. As she smiled, I ogled her body. She drank it all in. I begged her to touch her. She eagerly agreed. Missy was shaved and had very soft skin. I felt up her freckled body making sure to gently grope her breasts. I asked to touch her pussy. She was overjoyed. I.