I'll be right back." she said."Okay, but when you come back, I want your panties," he said."Excuse me?" she asked surprised by his request."You heard ...me. When you come back from the ladies' room, I want you to hand me your panties," he repeated."Yes Sir," Christy said, blushing again. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes."With his seat at the table facing the restrooms, he watched her walk to the bathroom. She before she went in she looked back and saw that he was watching her. She quickly. "Can do. I made some sun tea," he said. "Can't make sun tea in Idaho this time of year. Your mother showed me how it's done. I'll check on Sue first. If she's asleep, I'll pour a glass for myself and join you."I sat in the living room to wait and chuckled. Sun tea and a blazing fire in the fireplace. The dichotomy made an interesting picture. I suddenly realized that I liked living in Sedona. Ely was too damned cold, probably like Pocatello, Idaho. And Phoenix summers can boil your brains. Not. Kinky got a tub of crisco out of slaves bag. Good slave you have brought a nice thick lube for me to use..Now get on the bed and assume the position. He did as he was told.Kinky had put a black plastic sheet on her bed ready for there play session. She had wet wipes, gloves, condoms and the crisco all laid out ready to use.Kinky dipped her fingers in the crisco and lubed her glove. She put her finger on his ros bud and lubed it well. Taking her time to play with is expecting hole. Slowly. I stay in bed, paralyzed by what I’m hearing. I can’t let him know I heard him. I’m not good with emotions…mine or anyone else’s. What did I get myself into? I fall back to sleep thinking about how to deal with ZA’s feelings. I hadn’t considered how raw and open he is right now. Ms. Sara may be right. I think I need to end this for his sake and mine. “Good morning Chrissy,” ZA is sitting on the bed reading the newspaper. “Good morning.” I smile, and then remember what I told myself last night..