.. love me."I scooped her up and soon we were in our old bed fucking our heads off. We did nothing else but sex, except a couple of small meals and a ...ittle casual conversation, until dark on Sunday. Finally we showered together again and we both seemed sated. She looked at me and said, "You always were the best."I returned the comment and added, "too bad I wasn't enough for you."She grew sad again and said softly, "Yes it was too bad. I am so sorry I'm like that." dashing my hopes that she. She threw her head back, which drew me closer to her. As I got inches from her, she whispered into my ear, "Take this," as she handed me her leash. The leash was rather long and ended just below her tiny waist.With the leash in my hand, I sank to my knees and slowly started to kiss my way up her inner thighs. I could smell a faint wiff of perfume on her as I neared her silk covered pussy. I slowly kissed her along the edge of her panties; I ran my fingers over her lips, pushing her panties into. She grinned, sighed, and said "W-we'd better go, or else!" I offered my arm, led her to my car, and off we went for a quick shopping trip - followed by dinner. A drink or two, and we returned to her house. After closing the door, she turned and said "OK, Smarty Pants - would you like to help me change out of this dress?" Nothing else needed to be said, and I escorted her to her room. As we got into the room, I stood behind her and whispered in her ear, "Stand in front of the mirror, Sarah." She. Just go in there, get undressed and be yourself. No matter what, don’t’ take off the blindfold.”I growled in frustration and thought, “I hate that phrase. Be yourself. Who else could I be?”If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t even consider saying yes. Mom just seems so adamant.I sighed and entered the room. The guest room, compared to the rest of the house, was a bit more spartan. Essentially, just the bed, dresser, bathroom, and such. Even the artwork on the walls was Pottery Barn. Nothing.