This spectacular view of the city and Lake Superior stretching off to the horizon, never gets old for me. It was ninety-two degrees at the top of the ...ill and when I turned off the freeway onto London Road along the lake, it was seventy-three. ‘Hmm, maybe there is something to living here...’ I thought. Then I remembered the New Year’s Eve party a few months back at Jenn’s house. ‘The windchill was sixty below. Nope, I’ll stay in Minneapolis,’ I quickly decided. I pulled up the driveway to Jenn. I feet himshiver.He kisses, harder now. His tongue probes deep. Enclosed within his arms, Ifeel him press still closer.Want him still closer.My other hand undoes a button, zipper. I tug, now both hands tug. I feelhis arms lift for just a second from my back; kneeling slowly, I ease histrousers down with me as I sink.For moment, a long moment, I just kneel and look. I'm in a place I'd neverbeen before. A day ago, a week ago, a lifetime past, if I'd have thoughtof it at all, it would have been my. (Properly the same amount I use in a year.)Anyway the girl pointed to two pairs of sheer tights and black lace bra, “wear the tan first and then the black” she said and started to leave. “Is there any pants?” I asked.She looked at me quizzing and smiled, “you don’t wear pants when you model for these!” she said and left me to strip.Standing there for a few seconds, realising what I had to do! I stripped of my suit and placed it on a chair, I then slipped of my La sensa thong and matching bra. On the nights she was not allowed to eat, I saw her go straight from the living room to the bedroom, without a detour. Twice I had told her to play with herself and make herself cum. On both occasions, her fingers had gone straight for her pussy, and she had obeyed.I told her the following Sunday night that she was to sleep on the floor, behind the front door, as a door stop. This is when I thought she would disobey me, but to my surprise and pleasure, she spent the night there, and actually.