##Mrs. Weber was in a hurry and was out the door shortly after I arrived.Right away Mark assailed me. "Did you bring me a dress?"Ho, ho. He really wan...ed to do this. I'd boned up about this on theinternet, and learned that little boys are like this rather frequently,but I didn't want to deceive his mother. I liked her and didn't wantour good relationship to be affected if Mark blabbed.If he had been older - perhaps. No, I thought, grinning to myself, aboy ought to be as old as I before he. . no. I guess we can chat, if you like?!" why the hell I said I still question to this day but it brought about a big smile from him. Out the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of his hard-on, stood firmly beneath his pyjamas. Looking back I guess he hadn't felt a young woman's soft flesh in a long while and my dress didn't leave much to the imagination. "So what do you normally do when you meet men from those chat rooms Suzie?" he said barely able to hide his excitement. "Oh.. well normally. "After her shower she piled her clothes on her bed. I wonder if people ever get tired of wearing the same thing? she thought. Underthings, dark, long-sleeved blouse, dark, opaque tights, and a denim jumper; it's the same thing I've worn for as long as I can remember. I'd like to try some brighter colors. She sighed wistfully at that. A girl should be properly modest. Bright colors drew the eye and attracted the wrong sort. Her parents had told her that time after time.She slipped on her clunky. Somehow it was familiar. I lead you to our bed, and gently push you down on it. I take your arm, and gently tie your hand to the bed. I take your other arm, and also tie it with a soft silk scarf. I sit next to you on the bed, and I lean closer to your ear. “The time has come, for you to go beyond yourself, and feel just what I feel, when we surrender to each other. When I feel you with whole of my awareness, and every fibre of my being.”Your heart is pounding, your imagination is racing and.