I had really begun to crave it, so surely it did serve a purpose.After the coffee was on and cooking away, I reheated a plastic cup of what was left f...om the night before in the microwave oven. It was still good to me, since I loved my coffee old, black, and bitter."Good morning Harvey," I said as I looked back into the dining room. I had passed him on the way into the kitchen but since I hadn't have any coffee, I did not speak to him. He had seemed busy, and I had the coffee on my mind. Leaning forward Mary kissed Sam's lips softly. Sam smiled and asked what was that. Rubbing her cheek with the back of her fingers, Mary asked was that your first. Nodding her head, Sam said yes. First time ever. Stroking Sam's forehead and face Mary said I'll let you get dressed, and stepped out of the dressing room. Running her experience through her head, she asked herself what just happened. Pulling her panties up, she flinched as they pressed against her swollen vagina. Her nipples tender. Even the Chandelier has been broken and now lies lopsided on the floor. Mr. Herriman leans in with a menacing look at the two youth. Not so surprisingly, Bloo points at Mac. HE DID IT! IT WAS ALL HIM! Mac drops his jaw in shock. WHAT? NO! WE BOTH&hellip, Mr. Herriman interrupts them both. Right! Master Blooregard, Master Mac, precede upstairs for the remainder of the night. For this incident you will not be allowed to attend the Bi-Annual Midnight Picnic & Firework Imaginary Friend Festival.. He continued my education into the blurred line between pain and pleasure and how they met and overlapped. He was not my Master and I was not his sub. He did not try to control me, he tried to pleasure me, and he absolutely succeeded.Two months before the ice water dousing, he proposed to me, in a sort of general way, but it was still a proposal. He suggested we live together full time for a year, give or take, and then marry if we both still wanted it. I understood his need to go slow. It had.