It would , Consuella silently acknowledged, bea relief to live a calm life without surprises. Janet smiled as if she read Consuella's mind. 'Not as ...many parties as theSloanes, Consuella. Mrs Dickson isn't in show business like them.' Consuella nodded and Janet felt compelled to continue. 'Mrs Dickson was apsychologist before beginning her company, which manufactures everything fromartistic kitchen sinks to aeroplane toilets. I believe she prefers the quietlife.' Janet looked down at the file.. Another wine? Was this his ploy to make her even more available? “A coffee, please.”He pursed his lips in surprise, “A coffee?”The waiter came to the table, immaculate in white, and without thinking about it she said, “Make that a white wine.” Her thoughts didn’t seem to be her own.“Good,” Elga said and gave the waiter their order. His was straight malt whiskey. Then he asked her, “Your most sensitive parts?”“Why are you asking me all these personal questions?”“I told you, I’m a psychologist. I. I’d already thought that Abby looked very much like Riley when I’d first met her, and seeing her totally nude only confirmed that similarity. Abby’s hair was a bit darker than her mother’s, more honey blonde than golden, I guess my own brown locks making the influence. But her eyes were bright blue like Riley’s, and her hair was curly and past her shoulders.She played like her mother on the soccer field, too, all legs and speed, able to change direction in a split second. Riley thought that. She stood and took a spray bottle that she had filled with ice water and set to mist, and sprayed lightly over him.Watching him react to the cool mist, seeing the goosebumps rise again on his skin, his nipples tightening and cock growing smaller....She made sure he could not see and then removed her black satin skirt, leaving only the corset on. She was so wet, she could barely stand to not climb on and fuck him senseless. He was her toy, she could do with him what she liked, and she knew that.