"You go take a shower and I'll get your suitcase out of the car," I said, gently. "There's plenty of time for getting frisky later." But it's been so ...ong!" she whined. "And I want you right now! It's so good to see you, to finally be here. I almost can't stand it." Patience, patience," I said. "Where is the suitcase?" Which suitcase?" she asked."The one with your clothes in it," I prompted."There are four of them," she said. "I don't know which one to have you get. I wasn't thinking about. When he was done with the leg, he bent down to her once more and they talked. Finally, David got up and straightened the sheet on her then left the room. I stayed to watch Chris and as soon as he left she took both her hands and covered her face. She lay there for a minute then two with labored breathing before slowly getting up, holding the sheet to her as she did At that point, I left for the door and met David as soon as I got inside."Wow." Was all I could say."Yeah, I'll tell you about it. I take her soft warm hand and kiss the back of it, quickly turning it so I can kiss the inside of her wrist. She sits at the table. I hear a noise, it appears that two male waiters both want to wait our table! We chat about her entrance and eat a light dinner to light conversation. After paying the bill, we run the gauntlet of leering patrons to the door, lol, my arm around her shapely waist, her leaning into me. We go to her car."Shall we go to the marina where we can talk in private?" Gwen. She pinches my feet into tottering heels, black and shiny, five inch skyscrapers. My breasts are tackled into a black demibra with white, French maid-like trimming. I am uncomplaining, breathing deeply, compliant, a dumb doll for her. Obedient because, that’s the way it is now. She positions me in a chair, spread legged and facing the back, like a surly teenager sits. Like she would sit. I never sat like that when I was a teen. I’m twenty-nine now, and my deportment is good as ever, under.