Johanna sees my skin blushing with arousal as she talks and notices me moving around in my seat, she leans over and whispers in my ear that it is alri...ght, she gets wet just talking about it too. Before we leave the cafe we stop into the washroom to clean up and dry off, so to speak. While in the washroom, Johanna asks me to lift my dress up so she can get a good look at my bottom, as I do she kneels down behind me and takes her time inspecting and feeling my naked bottom. She tells me that I. Mr. Savage taking care of me the way he did made me feel taken care of in a way I had never been before and it fulfilled me in a way I had not expected. It also filled me with sensations that were intensely pleasing and not entirely sexual, although they were often combined with sexual sensations. When the two hit me together, I was in absolute heaven. Mr. Savage, being so experienced and the man of extensive knowledge that he was, explained one day to me the non-sexual but intensely pleasant. Emily looked at me peculiarly.“It looks like you have a question.”“Yep. Horseback? Really?”“Yep. He now understands that we are walking. The ‘horse’ in question is an old turn of phrase, that I first encountered when I worked with alumni of the infantry, who walked everywhere. They called it ‘riding Shank’s mare’, and it was a wry reference to the fact that they walked, and the officers generally rode. The 35 miles reference tells him we are around 10 miles or so from his location. Today is the. " "Usually," I told her.She studied the pooling semen that covered my stomach and chest, and my softening cock, then she stood and straightened her robe. "You'd better take a shower and clean up a little. Then rest a while. Take a nap. I'll come back with lunch around noon. OK?" She bent down and kissed my forehead. "Feel better," she said as she walked to the door. I watched her leave my room and as she pulled my bedroom door closed, I was sure I saw her raise her cum covered fingers to her.