“I owe you ... big time.”“Uh huh ...” Andee resigned before turning the conversation to the details of what she agreed to do for her friend an... scribbled down as much as she could.After she hung up, Andee folded the note and stuffed it into her jeans. She walked over to her husband and told him that she agreed to help out Bella with something and would be out a couple nights for the next two weeks. She wasn’t sure how much information he actually registered, so she left the details vague; no. The Mistress walked down the path every day, several times a day, but did not slip once, so good was the job that the Girl had done. Jenkins and Huskisson similarly failed to slip. The three of them gazed at the mighty whip which one of the Earls had been wont to use to punish peasant women who resisted his advances. They fingered it lovingly in turn."Never mind, Ma'am" said Jenkins one day after the Girl had once again failed to commit any offence. "Her time will come!" I can't think why you. John had awoken first and tiptoed into their bath, where he had relieved his bladder. Then he slipped back under the covers for a bit more shuteye. Anita had woken at this and climbed out of bed. More rested, she had showered while her husband snoozed. Wrapping her towel around her curvy body, she had gone back to the bedroom to dress.John awoke for his second time. Rolling onto his side, he had propped himself up on one elbow and watched as she came into the room. “Morning, beautiful,” he. I insisted on doing the dishes and he didn’t argue. When the kitchen was ship-shape, I tracked him down in the living room. ‘What would you like to do now?’ Keven smiled lazily. ‘I should think that would be perfectly obvious.’ He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. ‘After an afternoon of wild, unexpected sex there can only be one suitable follow-up.’ I smiled knowingly and he nodded. ‘That’s right, I want to start painting you.’ I swatted him in mock outrage. ‘Painting?!? You don’t want to.