Meghan puts down the basket and pulls up her dress so she can rub her pussy through her panties. On the TV, we see Ainsley wink at the camera. She pul...s up her dress to her hips so we can see that she’s bottomless, and she spreads her legs and plays with herself. Meghan is trying to keep rubbing herself while she pulls off her dress, and she knocks over the basket of clothes. The fantasy is broken. We see a white flash fill the screen. Ainsley is back in her seat, dress, and interviewing Jenna.. ” She looked at me with a coy smile.We opened the front door and walked in, immediately noticing five sets of eyes lock on to Anna. The owner, Bob, came up and shook my hand, saying “you must be the gent that called earlier. Great to have you here! Can I get the missus or yourself a drink?” I politely declined, to which Bob told us to make ourselves at home and let him know if we needed anything.At this point, my wife did a little catwalk to a hideous maroon suede-type chair as the remaining. It took me a few seconds to reach the conclusion I wasn't dreaming. Wonderful, though certainly unexpected.It certainly beat a damp flannel, an elbow in the ribs, or (the most frequent) a pair of cold feet on the bum. In fact I'd go so far to say this method, along with similar scenarios involving mouth or (warm) hands, are about the only times I wake without any desire at all to go straight back to sleep again. It also helped that the alarm hadn't yet made its usual strident call.So, on first. She'd never felt so different in her life before. The way he treated hermade her feel like a whore, but? very very sexy. She hummed as she quicklyput the coffee on to percolate. She made breakfast and even managed to laythe table. She took the coffee in to him. He'd showered and he looked sodelicious. ?Breakfast is ready, master.? He nodded. He took hold of the chain between her breasts and led her intothe dining room. She moved to sit beside him; all she got was a slap on thebutt. ?At my feet,.