Hugely turned on by this, I had lost my senses and thinking. My brain stopped dead, my mouth shut, and my dick erected when I leaned back to my side o... the counter.She was silent as well. She went back to kneading the dough. My eyes were only glaring at her breasts dancing in that T-shirt. For a few seconds, I felt that her chest was going more up and down than usual, like her breath was heavier than usual.She finished after a while and turned back to get something. That’s when I snapped out of. He’s a complete charmer, as Miss Emma says. She says he makes her look good and can drop her off outside the Royal Opera House with perfect aplomb. I’ve watched him, a 70-year old clambering out of the car and hobbling round in the rain to open the door for her. Gives her just the right air of Bitch, she says. Makes goggle-eyed passers-by wonder how much she is worth. I can see her point. Miss Emma’s sadism is a curious thing. Much of the time, it seems entirely absent. Sometimes. If I really thought about it, I hadn't wanted him to show up. But, I couldn't help wondering what he would have said to me given the chance. Deep down I knew that no explanation would have been good enough for what happened when he took me to that party, but I think... I still wanted to hear something from him. After everything that Seth had said, I felt like I deserved some kind of explanation. More than that, I wanted one. But, at the same time I told myself it shouldn't matter. It was over.. I was stunned at first. Was she really doing this? What the hell was she doing? What the hell is she doing right now?!My heart pounded with every move she made closer to me. Once she finally got close enough to move her head next to mine, she did and rested her chin on my shoulder. She took in a small breath and whispered, “Any chance you like wet girls?” “Yes ma’am I do,” I said, with a deep in and exhale. Then, while still in a crawling position, she moved her head back and stared at me..