” He smiles at me. “I am going to take you shopping for new clothes, then to a movie, your choice. You have been such a good girl, you deserve it....�� And we do just that. New clothes, movie, dinner then back home. Usually I love to shop, but today all I could think about was what is he going to do to me when we get back. All day long he acts like the doting uncle he is. He never touches me or gives any outward indication of what we did last night. But when we get back home, that changes. We were. After that I noticed a throbbing ache in my head."Ow," I said, bringing my hands up to my temples. "My head."Erin was waiting for me when I woke up, half-asleep in a chair by my bed. She had a blue teddy bear in her lap, wearing an orange bow. It clashed with the pink sundress she was wearing. "Hi, honey," she said, stirring in her chair, blinking the sleepiness from her eyes. She yawned. "How are you feeling?" Who are you?" I gave her a puzzled look. Then, as the horror grew on her face, I. If dress lights the flame of seduction, then personality, attitude and responsiveness fuel the fire. My love returns my attention, clues me to her particular wants, desires, needs. I want her to be affectionate in public but not too effusive or gushing and she is. I like her subtle touch, a brief but lingering caress, that little hug to set off my hormones. We like to touch dance, there is no more sensual act a man and woman can do short of the conjugal bed… at least in refined company. . She can see Him reclined upon the large chair in the corner, a glass of wine nestled in His hand, watching His little whore with a hard penetrating stare.Onto her hands and knees she rests, her head slung low the soft curtain of her hair falling across her confident features. Her back arches, displaying feline grace in each and every supple movement. Her eyes locked onto His in a bold gesture of defiance as she raises herself bringing her hands to glide slowly along her body.Cupping her full.