” I went upstairs with my head in a whirl. It was really going to happen. My legs felt like jelly, and my heart was pounding, but I also felt hugely...excited at the way she had craftily steered me into the situation and what would happen next. — I stood there under the warm shower jet, my cock rock hard with anticipation. I squeezed some soap into my hand and washed for the next few minutes, expecting Sonam aunty to appear at any moment, but she didn’t. I was under the shower for a good five. I want to dispel the tension I can feel between us – or is it just me? ?Come on, I’m taking you to bed. But it’s going to be for some old fashioned, no nonsense, sex. Understand??She’s willing. She gets to her feet and almost skips upstairs.Meanwhile I am trying really hard to get my head around what I have learnt about Jenny – and, come to that, what she has learnt about herself – over the last few months. I still find it hard to understand Jenny’s sado-masochistic fantasies; harder still to. . I'm sorry?" I ask confused, "you know, your hands... my butt" she giggled as the memories hit me, I still didn't have much blood flow up there so it was a little vague but I remembered what she meant, in particular the moment I had a grip on both of her ass cheeks."Oh, right... sorry about that" I said nervously, "relax, I'm not mad, it turned me on a bit too" she said, "it did?" I near enough shout in her face in shock. She lets out a slight laugh and shuffles ever so slightly closer to me,. " Not surprising. I mean, well don't take this the wrong way but you've got a great figure." I reached across the table and took a hold of her hand. She looked down surprised at the overt gesture. I began stroking it gently. She had really smooth skin."I'm flattered you feel that way Marybeth." I waited a second more savouring the look of discomfort on her face before I asked, "Would you like me to let go of your hand?"Every part of her, except her mouth, said: yes. She kept glancing around.