I laugh too but inside I'm not laughing; my heart is beating faster and I seem to be salivating. So, definitely not a brush off, then. And definitely ...omething to look forward to when I get back!SWEET DREAMSIt's the night before I'm due to leave for Stockholm. I'm staying in a hotel in London to save time in the morning, before I meet Andrew and Inga. The room's hot; it took me ages to get to sleep.I'm dreaming. I know I'm dreaming but that doesn't make it any less real. I'm holding two lengths. This time it's drenched in sunlight and shadows, pure perfection. I lower my mouth down and begin to suck...hard...taking in every bit I can. My husband begins to move, just incase his reaction is to stop me, I grab both of his hands with mine and pin his wrists to his sides and continue my sucking, licking, devouring...thinking of my Master. Imagining it's his gasps each time my mouth sides up, taking in air and then back down again...everytime I lower my mouth, I take him deeper down my. So I had the rest of the summer to somehow get my body back before beingsent to girly girl prison. I thought about what I might do. A couple ofideas quickly came to mind and I'd waste no time implementing them whenI got home.The ProdigyMother had called to check out if I'd done my part and told me that Donseemed cowed after his spanking by the headmistress. I warned her andgran that they were badly mistaken. My brother may not have my brainsbut he was stubborn as hell and I doubted that a. I picked up the weights and staggered back. These were old industrial scale weights so they had handles, but by the time I got back my arms felt like they had grown so that I looked like a gorilla. Hopefully they'd go back. I put one weight to hold the door open, and the other so that it couldn't shut. Now I could look round.The work light was pretty good, but I couldn't see that well. What I could see was amazing. The room was about thirty feet square and had originally been lit by oil lamps,.