I asked her for water, she went inside kitchen and brought me a glass of water. While consuming water I felt coughing. She came to me and took care of...me very well.I said to her I want to thank you. She replied with a smile and said that she will get some more water for me; I held her hand from behind and pulled her towards myself. She falls on my lap. I hold her bare stomach from inside her sari tightly. I planted a kiss on her chick, she looked at me for a while and all of a sudden she. . wearing only those boots and carrying her riding crop. I doubt very much that the real Anglo-Saxon countess, wife of the Earl of Mercia during the reign of Edward the Confessor, wore boots ... but I could be wrong. That didn’t matter. There was something very sensual, very erotic in an Amazonian manner, in the way that my ex-Mormon, Latina boot-fetish slut carried on with her literally cavalier fashion. She was likely to be as fierce in battle as she was in the sack, at least from the sound. " Yes," Denise said dunking the pot into the hot water."Good. We'll spend a little time this morning getting ready and head out to the mall to be there when the stores open," Susan said. She fully expected to spend a good six or seven hours shopping."Great," Denise replied. She figured that they would get done in an hour or two and be home in time for lunch."I need to pick up an outfit or two for myself," Susan said. She had dropped another pound since Denise had moved in and was now within. I closed the door behind her, walked around and got in the drivers seat and handed her a clipboard with some papers on it. “What are these for?” she asked. “I want you to sign this release giving me permission to have sexual intercourse with you, to have control of your whereabouts and behavior for one week. When you are done signing you will put these sunglasses on; I take control now. You will not see where you are going, you will obey everything I tell you to do or the bet is off.” I held.