You can walk if you want, butI hope you won't." Mistress reached over and stroked his head again. Once again he leaned intoher touch, purring. I felt ...ven more like an intruder in this smaller room.They noted my expression and Mistress spoke. "You're not intruding, Lisa. Like I said before, I'm no good to swing a whipany more. I'm not the Domme he needs anymore, I'm just too old. I have a lotof good years behind me" She looked wistful. He smiled up at her again, andthey were obviously sharing. ”We had a quick supper, and then John left to meet a friend. I ran a few errands and was back by 9:30. I settled in and watched a little TV until a little after 11:00. I had just gotten into bed when I heard John come in and head for his room. My phone buzzed. I picked it up and answered, “Hey, John.”“Hey, Babe,”I smiled. “You think I’m a babe?”“Of course, you are, Mom. Did you talk to your boyfriend at work today?”“Boyfriend?” I knew who he meant, but I thought it better to play it coy.“You. She rotated her hips, pushing her opening to his willing mouth and was rewarded.'Walter' responded with increasing his swipes, but 'formalizing' his movements by spelling out letters and numbers. He started skipping around with even numbers then back to odd numbers with the occasional letters. His talented tongue was long enough to get inside and flick around her sensitive insides.The blonde shivered and breath shortened with soft moans and whimpers, "Ah, ouhh… Walter… ughgh… ah, ah, ah…. It's rather hard to recall every detail of last night's adventures ... I say, Jeeves, we'll just have to take a hard line on this. No matter what the young lady says, or what she claims to have in writing from me, I will simply refuse to go through with this, on the grounds that I was not in my right mind."Jeeves wrinkled his formidable brow in response. "While in theory that may be a good tactic," he said. "I fear that as a practical matter it will not work." Why is that, Jeeves?" Well, sir,.