Master Ian phoned me and said today I want you to shave your arms andyour clit.I was lucky I was not very hairy.I was still very worried how fast this...was goingBut replied yes Master IanAnd did as ordered.The same thing washing cleaning and added hand wash to our panties andbras there was not much washing so got the ironing board out and ironedeverything Patricia next door saw me hanging out our panties and brasetcShe gave me a look that said I know your game young lady.Monday and Tuesday. {Jude and I had some really bad nightmares last night. These weren't your normal falling or trying to run away from something nightmares. These were full blown Steven King or Dean Koontz nightmares. When we woke up this morning we were talking about them, and the nightmares were the same. Identical. Down to the most minute detail. People don't share dreams, Mike.}{Okay, I gotcha. I didn't sleep at all well myself. I didn't have any nightmares, but I kept waking up. I had this uncomfortable. I could taste her as her fluids were coming around my teeth and into my mouth. More and more of her was filling my cheeks and settling at the back of my mouth. I could not get enough air through my nose seeing as though there were times that she was sitting on it. I accidently took a breath of her cum down my throat. When I did, I gagged and my grip on the dildo loosened. She was on a downstroke and she ended up pushing the dildo into the back of my mouth. I gagged horribly as she grinded on my. And, in the end, I was." I made silent note of the fact that I was relating this story – all of it – in the past tense."I'm glad Fred Barton didn't tell me about this," said my wife. "It would have sounded much different than it did just now, coming from you." That was a very, very good call on his part," I agreed."You know what," Erin said slowly, still chewing on the tale, but beginning to digest it. "Reading between the lines here, I think she had feelings for you."I managed a slight laugh..