" You jealous?" Frankly," he sucked in his breath, "frankly, I don't know what I am. They don't have a manual for this sort of set up." Michelle said ...ou want a traditional wife. She said..." Did she?" Mick raised his eyebrows, "that's her interpretation. I never said anything of the kind. I guess it would be less complicated, I suppose." Yes," she nodded, "but you understand?" Not completely." Michelle and I have this special..." Yes, yes," he said, irritated, He really didn't want the speech. When I had started washing her I had first avoided all possibly sensual areas and only gradually did I start to approach them. By the time I washed her small breasts her breathing changed, and I could tell that I was making some progress. Finally, when I had cleaned her everywhere - or almost everywhere - I could also smell her arousal. I put away the washcloth and the towel and started guiding her towards my bed.“Please, sit here. There is one more place I need to wash.”She almost started to. ’ I decide to forgo telling him my address just because it makes me feel a tiny bit less risky. ‘If you could actually pick me up at Studio 9 that would be great. I have to stop in and talk with my boss for a bit.’ I put my phone down. It’s 6:15, just over an hour before our designated meeting time. In the five minutes I’ve been home from work, I have managed to do nothing in the way of getting ready except worry about it. I decide to start from the basics and put on a new lacy red thong and. “What do you fancy?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder. “Something nice a mellow,” he replied, wriggling on the floor, furtively removing his hands from his crotch. I put on the first Bob Marley album I saw and settled back down, picking up the makings and building another spliff; anything to take my mind of the erection that was clearly visible through his jeans. “You know,” he began, “I think she’d do us both.” “Really?” I said, pausing in my work to steal a quick glance. “Yeah, I bet she.