" Well I love you!" James reiterated."I know," Michelle said, giving him a kiss. "But I want to reward you. I want you to know that I appreciate what ...ou've given up for me." What do you mean? You don't have to reward me. You're my reward," James said."You're so sweet," Michelle said. "Nevertheless, I want to give you your reward." What's the reward?" James asked."You'll see," Michelle said with a sly smile. "Follow me!"Michelle led James to the bedroom, whose door was closed. "Ready?" she. He mechanically continued through theday with a routine but seeming to take no interest in cleaning the houseand preparing the evening roast dinner. Joy decided that she wouldcarry out the nuclear option on Monday evening if he didn't improve.His first working morning as Clare had Joy organise him into a pale bluesuit, the skirt of which was so short she told him he had to wearpantyhose rather than stockings. He was equipped with matching bluehandbag and shoes, again with four inch heels. . When his fingers touched the naked flesh above stocking top they both sighed and he looked upwards into her eyes. His fingers rose to the top of her leg to the elastic edge of her panties. For a moment he rested there and then he withdrew his hands to her right ankle. He followed the same procedure but this time when his fingers reached the top of her legs they also stretched across and briefly touched her mound. Her sigh was quite audible. Standing up he looked her in the eye again. “I have. Before she could turn her gaze back towards Hailey, she felt her step uncomfortably close to her and grabbing her by her waist. Katrina quickly responded by telling her that it was just a compliment and that she had never done this before. Hailey told her she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to but that it feels too right to ignore. Katrina whispered, “Yeah, but this is not fair. Who told you I loved to be grabbed by the waist like that? You’re playing all the right cards, how can I.