I laughed at the old car squeaking there in the later afternoon sun. Since the k*d was apparently ten to fifteen years younger than Ellen I decided he...would love a cold beer after such a fun workout and light a fire in out patio fireplace and when they were calming down and looked out I waved them both over to join me. Ellen came out naked carrying her clothes and the k*d was pulling up his pants looking a bit concerned with me around. Ellen reassured him it was OK and he took the. .. a ladies' man that all enchantresses and sirens would obviously and without doubt contest and take up arms against just to win and bag him over to their lone and companionless beds. Inevitably! Apart from the smalls and pitch-black underwear, he puts on and clothes himself in nothing else. Not even a brummagem, garish brand of shirt; not even anything that jazzy or flash tacky sort-like.I am whacked and slugged out of breath. I cannot gasp; I cannot gulp or sigh as I feel like. Stian! He has. "Thank-you," I said again.I didn't want to become too familiar with Lindsay. On one hand she was clearly in the dominant position and could demand whatever she chose of me. On the other she was technically my inferior. Also, I wasn't sure if I was allowed to speak freely, as Mistress Five had never given me permission to do so. I was confused as to the proper way to behave. I decided to stick by the cardinal rules: happy, polite, and respectful."But if you don't manage it in time, Seventeen. Steamed muscles.“Come in, Birdie.”The sun was streaming in at a slant, catching all that red hair, sort of making it glow. Easy on the eyes, Ms. Sloane.“Say, did I ever happen to mention a certain Top Speller Prize?”“Yes, my first day here.”“The thing is, see, Tim Brown spelled Arkansas...”“Anything else, Birdie?”“Well, one minor thing. The Mumster thought you might have some ideas on it.”I explained the McGovern condom, omitting, courtesy, the video segment of the narrative. But Ms. Sloane.