As she had finished drinking the water he said ?Well, that seems to work? There is however an addendum?.Tim had always decreed that the girls were to ...clean anything he asked without hesitation. He had had them clean toilets, party guests at an orgy, the floor. And that’s why Cassandra had been punished in the first place, for hesitating when he told her to clean his dick. Now as she had done it the second time he had prepared something that would bring home to her the reality that he could use. I read once upon a time that if a mature woman was going to wear purple, it had to be silk. Even from 10 feet away, I could tell she was wearing silk. Do not ask me how I knew, but I did. Maybe it was the way her blouse fell or the jacquard on the fabric. Three years in men’s clothing had taught me a little. For example, the plain forest green wool skirt, falling two hands above her knees, probably had a matching jacket somewhere, but she was not currently wearing it. The blouse closed at the. Brown hair streaked with red-blonde sunlight. Shapely leg tucked under her. Breasts moved rhythmically as if an offer given only to be withdrawn. ‘How’s Jane?’ ‘We broke up.’ ‘Of course. She wasn’t the woman for you. I could’ve told you that. Do you have a new girlfriend?’ ‘No.’ ‘I don’t have a boyfriend.’ Brow furrowed waiting for me to speak. She leaned forward hesitantly. ‘I want to be your girlfriend, Bill.’ ‘Carla, I love you,’ rushed from me. She flew onto my lap. Arms around my. He lowered his mouth to one tiny breast, and when she moaned and grasped his head and pushed her nipple into his mouth eagerly, he reminded himself that what he was doing to her was exactly what she wanted done. He spent some time suckling on her breasts, the first mouth ever to do so, and then kissed his way over her flat, quivering tummy. He pulled her bottoms down, peeling them over her narrow hips and her slender thighs revealing her precious flower to his eager eyes. She watched him over.