“This is pretty good,” he said.“Thank you. Thought it might be something we’d share. I like it.”“Make it for me a lot, Beck.”“Nope,”... I said.“No?”“One, it’s for special occasions. Make it too often and it’ll get ordinary. Two, this is a lot of calories and neither of us has the active lifestyle for that intake.”“Practical. Okay. I’m sure we’ll have special times in our future.” He sipped, breathed the fragrant steam. Smiled.We went through a second mug apiece, then a third.“I’m gonna have to pee. So, I was rather taken aback when Scott laughed out loud as he held up a miniature whip of sorts: it was a replica of a cat-o-nine-tails with a short handle attached to nine thin strands of leather."What is this supposed to be?" he snickered. While I appreciated that he seemed to be getting more comfortable in my presence, I recalled some intense moments with my Morgan and that play whip. I admitted to Scott that it certainly wasn't much of a whip indeed, but with the proper technique it. Works up a sweat and cools you off though."Anelynne was unsure how to respond to this small talk, but in the end her hormones were more decisive. "Yeah sure. Look would you like to go get a drink or something to eat or something?"It was his turn to be surprised by her assertiveness. "Well I saw you running in from the opposite direction to where I stay, so I'm no sure it'd be convenient. We could just stay here though. I'm not sure how you managed to run in a bikini but anyway."That was his. You are a superior woman: you can humiliate him asmuch as you like, just as you can think up ultra hard workfor him. Whilst he’s doing your work for you, make yourselfcomfortable on the settee, watch him, make fun of him.Give him orders: have him serve you smoked salmoncanapés - with onions, which he has to chop very finelyindeed. You can also tell him to prepare any number ofcanapés which must all be different of course. Have himcook lots of dishes which require lots of saucepans dothat he can.