Is that clear?"Yes. My Lord."Part 32I started working on dinner at 4:30, deciding to make a clam bake inhonor of our last night on the cottage on the ...each. A fresh springsalad, asparagus and local white would round out the meal well and leavemy Ben plenty full. Thankfully there was a market not too far away thathad an awesome selection of finer foods. As I made the meal, I keptthinking to myself, "is this what I really want? Am I going to be amodern woman with her own career, or be submissive. She had taken her time, smiling up at him after every two or three, as if to say, "Imagine how long it will take him to get to me, to open me up, to peel me like a piece of wet, juicy fruit." The heavy gates swung inward on smooth, silent hinges. He hesitated, his foot hovering above the pedal, now uncertain whether he could guide the car through the entrance, then along the densely wooded drive that would take her to him. She sensed his reluctance and turned to him. He fought for breath as she. "Sorry?" "Your first time on a bike?" Cindy blushed. “Yes, it is." "Well, no need to worry. Just hold onto my waist," he said. "You'll be safe." He started the bike, and Cindy immediately felt the vibration in the seat travel up between her legs. As soon as she put her hands around his waist, he pulled off. Not expecting for him to pull of and go so fast, Cindy reacted by wrapping her arms tightly all the way around his waist. He had a firm stomach and narrow waist. The bike purred. It’s almost like she hasn’t thought about peeing because her mind has been so wrapped up in all the deliciousness of this morning. She uncrosses her legs and head back down the hallway to where she remembers seeing the doors for the restrooms.She steps into the restroom and head straight for one of the stalls. She quickly relieves herself and as she steps out, it takes a moment for her to process the sight of the brunette standing in front of the mirror because she can feel herself getting wet.