Why can’t yellow flowers be blue?”“It’s complicated,” the flower woman said.“I’ll take a bunch of those daisies,” Sean said while poin...ting at the bucket.An hour later, Sean was at his computer starting on his current project — an apology poem. He grinned at the screen while he said, “Watch what happens when the apologetic power of flowers combines with the seductive powers of poetry.”Lily walked past the door just in time to hear Sean laugh manically. She looked in to see him hunched over his. He felt my erection pressed into his chest and I felt his enormous erection under my ass. I didn't want to be anywhere else at that moment...well except for his bedroom. I know he wanted to do more right then but he was a perfect gentleman and if something were to happen, the pool was not the place for a first timer.After about thirty minutes in the pool, he suggested we dry off then go inside. As I got out, he placed a towel around me then gave me a peck on the forehead. God I wanted him!After. She drew back from me. I looked down at her breasts in her bra, plump and full, the roundness of her flesh barely contained by the cups.She took my hand and placed it on her breast, and held her hand over mine. I squeezed, the plump softness giving way to my touch. We kissed again, and I fondled her gently, squeezing her breast. She pressed herself against me, kissed me deeply, her tongue hungrily searching mine.Her hand reached around her back, and her fingers deftly undid the clasp. She shook. ”At seven o’clock exactly, dressed in white qipao, white stilettos and white, wrist-length gloves, Fara presented herself to Mary in the training room. Mary was waiting, standing impassively at one end of the room. She was wearing a long black qipao in black silk brocade. Bright red piping edged the collar, shoulder fastening, and the slit in the side of the skirt. Beside her, held in a crouched position by hobbling straps and fastenings on his leather suit, was a slave; the same one, Fara.