.."Tanya chuckled. "Do you want it?" she asked."Sorry?!" I said, turning my head, startled, to face her.She said it again, or rather she whispered too... low to hear, just moving her red lips and her pink tongue to frame the words."Do you want it?"I looked away from her, back at the woman on the rock. As I watched, she slipped off her sandals, and began unbuttoning her dress. She did it slowly; the fabric fell farther open with every button. She had nothing on underneath."Come on," Tanya said, low. Early morning start so to bed early for me. In the shower I just let the water wash over me rivulets cascading down and dripping off my body. I looked down at myself and noticed that I was still a little aroused. To touch was sensitive but I needed a thorough wash after the seepage I had experienced while in the lift. I squirted some shower gel on to my hand and ran it down the shaft and over the end, drawing back the skin to reveal a slightly swollen glans I noticed I was still dripping. ‘Chris, you’ve gone too far this time, i’ve just insulted and humiliated Paul in that message, what are you trying to do?’ she couldn’t believe what I was doing.But the response came very quickly ‘Honeypot, how rude about little Paul, but very true, I know my place and know you deserve better. You telling me that made me more excited. Do you think you could get a photo? Love you xx’‘oh my god Chris. You’re some kind of mind reader, I’ve never seen Paul like this’. She kissed me again.‘you do. What else?" I want it rough, but not so rough that it'll actually cause me pain." She appeared to give this some thought, then grinned at me. "Well, maybe just a little pain."My eyebrow arched up. "Getting off pain now? We're not into B & D and S & M stuff now, are we?"Her grin did not fade. "Well... I did read a little on the subject... "I laughed. "Lizzie, you are the most well-read girl I know." She joined in on my laughter."Ok, no leather garments and riding crops yet." She wiped at her.