Wanting. Needful.She looked over at my again dancing prick. "And don't you dare do anything either," she warned me. "I'm like Santa Claus. I know if y...u've been naughty or nice. So for now ... you'll have to be nice. I'll tell you when you can be naughty again. Like around seven-thirty downstairs in the rec room. So until then," she left off slipping back into her clothes again. "Now ... time to go see Doreen, we have some unfinished business to attend to," she said looking at me with an evil. She heard rustling as he began to dress. Sam came in. ‘Oh! Hello Cathy! How are you?’ Sam looked around, confused. Were those tears on her cheeks? Why would John have hurt her? ‘Are…you okay?’ His voice filled with concern. ‘Sorry, Sam. I just got a little emotional. John’s getting dressed right now. By the way, call me Catherine, okay?’ She smiled and, taking a handkerchief from her purse, wiped her eyes, then took out her compact and tried to repair the tear damage. ‘Done, M’lady. John? You. I didn't mind at all and told him that he us welcome to visit. James soon arrived and after letting him in, he followed me to the kitchen, and while we were walking he paid me a compliment, " your ass looks hot in those short Jeans you have on." I looked back and smiled at him who too was smiling and then offered him something to drink. We both drank whiskey and that was what he asked for and I poured us both a whiskey and water before sitting down opposite him at the kitchen table. We chatted. However, she had been particularly smitten by a halter-neck dress that she had seen hanging in her mother’s closet and she was determined to buy something similar. Previously she would have considered such a style as being too slutty given the short hemline and the deep cleavage of the neckline but now having seen a lot of women in town wearing such dresses she had to agree that to show off one’s ‘assets’ in such a brazen manner was both exciting and, well, empowering. They spent a while.