“No, he was not quite so clever. He told me to tell you that your credit card had been declined,” Elvira laughed.Grace smiled. “Thank you for no... sending me into panic mode, thinking my credit account had been compromised. Please charge the dress to my card.”“I can’t do that,” Elvira said as she slipped the beautiful gown into a white garment bag. “I’ve already charged his card.”Grace was about to protest when Elvira stopped her. “Fröken Grace, I have seen many brides and grooms come through. “I was gonna say!” I joked back. Mrs. Isaacs chuckled, and I followed with “It’s so nice talking to you, Mrs. Isaacs. I’m looking forward to you spending time here; I just wish it was for something more pleasant, like expanding the kitchen or something else more fun.” To me, it was a double entendre, because in my own mind, the fun would include her in Yoga pants, but I felt as if it was too subtle for her to interpret it that way. “Call me Debra. Actually, just Debbie. I always wondered. ” She did so without fuss or embarrassment. Her pussy was freshly shaved. “Good girl.”“Thank you, Miss, I am trying to please you.”I put down my empty cup. “I will have a bath first and then bring her to me in the lounge in an hour. I will speak to her then.”“Yes, Miss.” She stood up and left me in peace. I heard the sound of running water as she prepared my bath and then her soft footsteps retreating down the stairs.After a leisurely bath I wandered down and into the lounge calling for coffee. You know the kind, a bit tight lipped so you don’t share morning breath further spiced with coffee. As we parted, I saw that Jon stole another glace at my chest, which was partially exposed from the hang of the gown and fully outlined by the extension of my nipples. Even though the warm air had killed all my chill-bumps, my nipples continued their morning show. Between the silky material brushing over them and the thought that Jon was stealing looks at them made them want to be seen and my.