" You can't, or you won't?" Okay, I won't." She waggled her glass at him, and did her best to look stern. She failed. "Unless, of course, you'd like t...o fill this." You're bribing me?" Doyle, call it whatever you want. I'm naked in the bathtub. I don't have a whole lot of leverage." Hand it over." Stop ogling my breasts." Well then, move the glass." Spoilsport." Gimme."Doyle took the wineglass, and shaking his head as much in amusement as confusion he left the room, turning once at the door for. It stung!My head was ringing with pain. She had a mean smile on her face. Like she was really enjoying herself. Then she did it again! I stayed there. I didn't know what to do. I was almost crying, as it really hurt. My eyes began to water. That seemed to delight her."Good. You didn't move. You know where you belong."I stayed kneeling there. Then she actually spit in my face! It landed right in one of my eyes."Don't touch it, Mark. Leave it there."Thick spit from this sexy woman obscuring one. A grand spectacle of big bright windows, armoires, a long glossy dresser of oak. Behind the dresser is a massive dressing mirror, in front a red velvet covered chair of deep oak. The bed. The centerpiece of the flower filled room, the scent of lilac and lavender filling the air. A bed fit for a king. A bed fit for a king to ravage his queen. You lay me down on the white downy softness. Stepping back you stand in front of me. Like a master pursuing the blossoming flowers of his regal garden your. Your eyes are wide with excitement as you are watching me, anticipating what I will do next. I am deliberate in my efforts as I finally have the material at the base of your ankles. I undo the dainty strap around your ankle and slip your heel off, followed by the lingerie. I do the same to the other foot and now you are lying before me totally naked. I reach down and pull your leg up to me. I caress your foot and arch and then look you straight in the eye as I very sensuously take your big toe.