. but then, I always am for her, and she knows it!So, here I am, elegantly draped along the red leather sofa, with the curtains drawn and the lights d...immed down to about half-brightness. I have had a quick shower to wash away the feel of the working day and the over-crowded commuter trains, after which I have dabbed some of her favourite perfume in a few strategic places (oh, c’mon, you really don’t need me to spell out where, now do you?). I have chosen some new lingerie which I know that. She sits on the background set and starts to untie her shoes. She finally slips them off.These adorable little feet were so cute, I could begin to understand the seduction. Size 6, they were smooth and perfect. Tiny toes that wiggled in delight, like baby marshmallows, showcased in a French-tipped pedicure. She goes on to tell me how soft they were, and while I believed her, she insisted I felt for myself. And she was right! baby soft, smooth and not a hint of dryness, as if she hadn’t spent a. She had brought her own maid, however, and the young woman, Anne by name, was her sole support in the evenings. She spent most days at her mother’s, but in the evenings, she sat alone in her boudoir.It was one evening, almost two months after the wedding, when Rupert Palmer returned drunk and in exceedingly bad mood. Harriet suspected that he had been ripped off at the card tables again. He was a horrible card player, with no memory at all, and all he managed to play was vingt et un. He always. "Thank you," I looked down, smiled shyly and blushed hearing his words, "That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." My stomach seemed to quiver oddly and I was somehow strangely attracted to Sarah Jane's father, and his words were having an erotic affect on me. I pulled back, sitting upright again on the couch next to him and tried to gather myself."Haven't any of your boyfriends ever told you that before Frolic?" His voice seemed very sexy as he continued speaking in a low tone,.