" I was talking so low and slow that she realized that she had overreached herself."Okay, okay, sheesh, touchy," she said, interrupting me. I was glad...she did. I was about to tell her that I would kill her. That would not have been good. I could tell she got the message though. She actually shivered."I have to go," she said. "Sheila and I are going shopping. I'll be home kind a late. You got the kids." I nodded.This was my chance. The house would be totally wired and the phones too before she. .you're old enough now to have an idea of what you like, so as long as you want to explore everything and find out what you want to do." I looked up at her with interest. She took my hand in hers and touched it lovingly. "But you're married! Does your husband not object?" I said and she laughed. She said. "He knows all about my love for women, and he doesn't have a problem with it at all. He is happy that I dont fuck men." She began tracing lines on my palm with her fingertips "Well," Mrs. ” Samantha purred. “My blouse has slid open revealing my white lacy brassiere, which I am now unclipping. Please tell me what to do next?” Robert liked where this was going and responded; “Mmmm …. I want your hands to caress your breasts and at the same time tease your nipples … can you feel them harden? I do so love that feeling when they become aroused, as it arouses me, which is happening right now.” “Oh, my darling, I can feel myself becoming aroused from my toes up to my pleasure land.. Nobody spoke her language."She was getting old, and I mean old by then. She lived to be one-hundred-thirty years of age. I think that the power had a lot to do with that. After a few mistakes that aged me pretty bad, I haven't hardly aged at all since I got the power."Anyway, Sappho managed to communicate well enough with her slaves to have them roll out some silver leaves to etch her knowledge on. She wrote it in her own language, ancient Greek -Ionian, actually- then she transferred the power.