It’s times like this I love. You don’t have enough strength to fully dominate, and I just want to play. I ease your slacks down your thighs while ...ou lean back against the bedhead and watch me. The pads of my fingers are soft and smooth and my eyes wide with inexperience. You’re usually the one to undress me, but this is why I like winter. The cold always makes people do funny things, doesn’t it? When I get you out of your shirt, I realize you’re red all over. Your pale skin is slow to adjust. ‘I bet you thought I was drinking whisky AND water?’ ‘Yes. Sorry about that. I suddenly felt a little faint.’ ‘Oh that will because I touched your tit. Look why don’t you remove your clothes and I’ll pour you a cold white wine.’ ‘What?’ ‘Oh you don’t like wine?’ ‘No, I mean yes. I mean I need a shower.’ ‘Oh don’t bother. I’m used to womanly odors but just be warned if yours are strong I might get an erection. It will be beyond my control. But please yourself. Keep your clothes on or go for a. The effect on Hugh was amazing.He sobered up in an instant.The owner appeared out of the house and Hugh started raving on about calling the police and having the dog destroyed.I had really had enough of Hugh by this time and I informed him that if he tried any such thing I would join with the owner and have him arrested for being drunk and disorderly, criminal damage etc. and accuse him of having attacked the dog to start off with.Hugh now perfectly sober simply strode off in a rage.The owner. Miller... ah... Bob, I'm a little nervous. Could we have a little drink... ah... first?" Sure, baby, whatever makes you happy? What'll it be?" A glass of wine, maybe?" Coming up?" said Bob.Beth's mind raced. How can I get the stuff in his drink, she wondered. When Bob began to fill two glasses with wine, Beth maneuvered behind him and touched his broad shoulders. Bob jerked around to find Beth pressing her firm body against him."Well, that's the spirit, baby. Did you like what old Bob provided.