????? ????? Looking back on the decisions that led tomy current predicament, I can't help? butwonder if I should have seen this coming, but how could ...? Every step seemed toflow into the next allowing me no time to step back and see the downward spiralI was trapped in. ????? My name is Lord David Tillman, myself andmy wife Jennifer are the owners of a substantial country estate just outside ofLondon. It is my pride and joy the beautifully terraced gardens, the privatelake teaming with fish, the. But then the sight fired a memory of great shame, of the one time I'd pressed myself against that lovely cushion, when we were much younger, when she'd stayed thankfully asleep.We unloaded the wheelbarrow on the front porch, and then Pam helped stack my arms for inside. Once inside, she left to hit the bathroom, to wash her hands, leaving me to carry the logs into the livingroom where, no surprise, the sofa was empty. I stacked the wood and put a few more pieces on the fire, then discarded the. I really needed the visual input to see if I was doing the exercises correctly. With palms together and feet planted shoulder width apart, I took a cleansing breath and started the routine. With slow deliberate movements, concentrating on the functions of each muscle group, I would reach, step, pivot and reach again. I hadn’t been able to do the exercises with that range of movement with clothes on and it felt really good to do them naked. I thought that Henri would stop me when he was ready,. ’ She did. ‘Close your eyes and if you open them, more spanking.’ He took off his pants. More groans but perhaps, she thought, he had something in mind. Then she heard him get into the tub. ‘Open your eyes and start bathing me.’ She opened them but the water was just murky enough from her bath that she could only see a vague form below the water. She took up the washcloth on the tub rim and was determined to out do him in tenderness. But a few minutes into it she became disheartened. No matter.