.....Oh.....I see.............well then, be ready when I get home." Whaaaa.....I....." ....Fine John, be ready for me. I'll be home in ten minutes." A...d then she hung up the phone.I stood with the phone in my hand, staring at it. What had I done? More to the point what had she said. "Well then, be ready when I get home?" Is that really what she said?Yes. It was. She had said "Just for once say what you want," and I did. Ok then. I have ten minutes. She wanted it too, she wanted to be. This is the darkest Ihave ever been, and the journey there was exhilarating. When it wasfinally finished, another wave of energy, three times as strong seemedto grab me from the outside and drag me across the room. It was afamiliar feeling, the feeling of magic.When I finally was done, I stood up off the couch and hit the floor waytoo quickly. The sudden stop made my breasts jiggle, and my hair flyforward. That was odd, considering that I?m smaller now and the couchshould be bigger. There was not a lot of foreplay, just some kissing and groping and then clothes coming of really quickly. I was correct about one thing, she had an amazing figure, I didn't get a tape measure out obviously, but I am guessing she was the perfect 34, 23, 35, or as you say in the states, a perfect ten. Once we were both naked, I tried to slow things down by kissing around her breasts and nibbling on her nipples, intending to then move lower down and tease her for a while. But she was having none. ”“Oh, you've been seeing her, have you? That's good. She's excellent at what she does.”Sean winced, his free hand massaging his bruised rear. “I can't argue with that. My ass is still smarting.”“Hahahaha! I meant helping people find themselves, but her other skills are certainly useful in that regard.”“Are you back home?”“I am, but not for long. I need to pick up a few things before our little bash tonight.”“Bash? I hope I'm invited.”“Don't be silly. You're not invited, you're required to.