Andrea was anxious to look but I put her off again, saying, "Why don't we wait until Mrs. James is done and we can look at both of them together?"Mrs....James scolded me. "Don't be so cruel, Terry! The poor girl has been waiting on pins and needles to see what you've done so let her have a look. But Andrea," she went on, "you need to stand back about ten feet to really see the whole picture. The style Terry used isn't designed to be looked at too closely."I walked over and took Andrea by the hand. She gave a startled, “Oh!”I began to repeat the procedure. She pushed at my head.“Graham don’t, it’s dirty. I smell! Please don’t.”I raised my head and gazed into her eyes.“Penny, my darling,” I said gently, “you’re not dirty, and your smell is a good healthy woman’s smell and I like it. So just let me get on with this.”She sighed with resignation, but her legs opened wider.“Go on then,” she said, “if you must.”I went to work. Tongue across her crease, swirl around her button, across her. But everybody seemed oblivious so it was cool! That evening I tried to get a response from either one of my dinner partner's but nothing no conspiritual wink no telling smile it was like it had never happened! Did I imagine it no absolutely not my ball's were drained alright oh well guess I may never know! It got late and I wished everyone left a goodnight I hugged Grandpa wished him a good night personally then headed off to bed...I stripped off my clothes and crawled under the covers my. Today. Now. How do you feel about that?" Nervous, Gaspazha." I'm almost disappointed that I don't know the Russian word for how I feel."Nervous? Good, that's excellent. It will heighten your experience. Now, I think you know where to go."I make my way through to the red and blue room and over to the spanking horse. I lay myself down across it. Obediently. Without protest. Without even the need for further urging. I know that there will be pain. That this will leave me sore. Even so, I bend.