Caulder apparently. Before facing my devoted slave girl, I wanted to touch base with my real girlfriends. The downstairs library was a perfectly priva...e place to have that conversation.“Hello my Sweet Baby. How are you this fine, rainy afternoon?”‘Oh, Terry, I was just thinking about you. How did it go with Glenda last night? Are you too drained to walk today? Did she blow your mind and take you places you only dreamed of? Do I have anything to worry about, or will you still think kind thoughts. She wrote the address, and he sprinkled the sand again. He pulled the bell almost viciously.“Here,” he said to the maid who answered. “Give this note and this shilling to a footman. Have him run it to that address.”“Do you want to rest in the bed until your clothes are dry?” he asked Esther when the maid had left.“Please. I feel quite dizzy.”He offered her a hand, and she clung to it when she rose. He had carried her – and gallons of water on her clothes – up the stairs. He swept her up into. For the time being I moved my leg closer to her side, till our legs started brushing each other over our clothes and prayed that the train would get crowded ASAP at the next station (my stop was only 4 stations away).Thankfully my prayers were answered as a decent crowd got in at the next station. I quickly took my chance to move around and position myself behind the lady’s huge bottom. This would not rouse any suspicion as plenty of people were around us. As the train started moving, I lightly. ” Except for their first time, when the light came indirectly from the living room, their early times had been in lamplight or daylight. As they became more accustomed to each other, they’d more often made love in the dark.“You’re so lovely like that.”“I was covered.” He might sometimes guess her shape covered by the sheet, but his arm had been holding the sheet off her torso.“Your face expresses your climax delightfully.” He wiped his hand on his own hip and hugged her with his hand on her.