Once she had given him a few hints, he wasmanaging them, so then they set off downstairs eventually to thekitchen.He had to wait nearly an hour, spend...ng some time doing somescrubbing of cooking pans, but at a couple of minutes to ten he wasgiven a large tray with two breakfasts on it. Another woman,presumably a maid but wearing the sort of housecoat that he wouldexpect to see on an ordinary domestic worker, accompanied him up thestairs, saying nothing to him but indicated a door. She. The light seems intense and strong, yet gentle. It washes over your body, almost seeming to touch you physically through your robe, as though it is the thing that is real, and the robe some supernatural figment. He steps forward, and as your face follows him, looking up at him, his hand reaches out to you, and touches your cheek. There's no doubt now that the light is coming from him. Where his hand caresses you, the feeling you get from the light seems to flow directly into you. It burns. He drove to the third level, which was almost empty. He parked there at a dark corner.I got out and walked to the front of the car. He was sitting just looking at me. I lifted again my skirt; but this time I pulled down my cotton panties to my ankles. I saw him staring at my shaven mound. I was sure it was glistening in the dark shadowsI shoved a couple of my long fingers up my tight pussy.He got out of the car and walked over me. I saw him looking around, as if he was looking for a security. Desperately, he tried the starter again, but the sputtering sound was ominous."What a place to break down!" he muttered as he looked out on the dark, lonely road. "We must be miles away from anywhere!" I think... I think the nearest gas station is about two miles away," Selma said in a small voice. "I'm sorry..." It's not your fault," Doug assured her. "If it didn't happen here, it'd happen somewhere else!" If you hadn't decided to drive me home..." Selma said again, her voice catching."Don't.