Lie down.”He took off her pumps as she lay sprawled on the bed. He massaged her feet. They felt better than they had all day. When he lay beside her... she worked up enough energy to respond to his kiss.“I love this,” he said, “but dinner isn’t going to cook itself.” As if she hadn’t had to tell him that! But his greeting had been delightful.So was dinner. He’d made an extra effort. This was truly coming home. She dozed while he cooked, and she woke to his “Dinner is served.”“Mmm,” she said after. "Yes, we should probably do something about that," I said. I went to the locker and got out my spare uniform shirt. "Here, go behind the locker there and get out of that wet shirt., Put this on - it will be huge on you, but it's dry. Then bring me your wet shirt, and I will hang it over the heater to dry out," I said.“Thank you,” she said, smiling. She did as I said and a minute later she came back with the wet shirt in her hand. My white uniform shirt was huge on her and reminded me of when my. I recovered him with the sheet, and his cock was completely visible from under the sheet. I smiled and stroked it softly through the cloth and yet another sleepy, pleasured moan left his lips. I giggled and took my hand away, heading towards the bathroom for my shower. I stepped into the warm and steamy shower room big enough to fit two people. The removable shower head was spraying warm water all over my soft breasts, my shoulders, belly and tight ass. My nipples were swollen and red from the. ‘What do you want?’ I asked him. Wilkes filled the air with booming laughter.‘Only to show you your dreams, my friend.’The entire consort of the table got to their feet and led me out of the room, down into an underground chamber. As each turn grew tighter in my insane evening I became less certain of anything, most of all my personal safety, and descending into a dark, albeit enormous, basement, that mortal fear did not subside in the least.‘Welcome,’ said Wilkes, ‘to every man’s dream.’Light.