.?”She nodded. “Fuck me in the arse, Paul. Ram it through my back door. Bugger me. Bum me. Use the tradesman’s entrance. Plug the chocolate pipe...��”“Okay! I get it,” I said, grinning as I wondered how long she’d spent looking up all those euphemisms on the internet. “I get it, Ness, but are you sure about this? You know it can hurt like all bloody hell, right?”She nodded. “From experience. But what if it’s done right, huh? What if it’s done with care?” She sat up, then climbed off me and lay on. I think I’ll enjoy it, except I’ll be furious at the thought of you with her. Now, I want you to dress me. The more I feel your hands on my body, the better!’ She stood up, and lifted first one leg then the other, with a hand on his shoulder, while he pulled her panties up and slid her dress over her shoulders. ‘Ah well, time to rejoin the human race, I think.’ It was Saturday morning and Tara was busy with her house work. Wearing just a chemise and knickers, She loved to have the occasional. "Notmuch, but how do you feel about embracing the whole mind controlthing?"He snorted, "Mind control thing?" an eyebrow slowly raising, as he wasstudying my eyes carefully. "Do you mean in a real way? What did youhave in mind?"My lips curled up into a smile. "Well nothing super invasive, like Isaid, more like a bell. I made a recording, that's what I was doingupstairs for the last couple hours. I doubt it would actually put youunder, at least not right now-slash-tonight." Yes, I said. I think, though, that it might be best if you give your ‘regulars’ the chance, first; plus there’s always the possibility that my agent might come up with something for me—you know how it is; I wouldn’t want to agree and then have to let you down, Camille.”“No, of course not. I hope, though, that you’ll still take an interest in case I need a consultant.” I smiled: “That I can promise!”We sat outside at the table to eat. Whether it was contrived or not, Camille sat on the bench next to me with.