"I've waited for you," he said, a voice aged and beautiful.She could not speak but it did not matter. He had visited her in the shadows and they were... old friends, old lovers who knew how to inflict pleasure and pain.His first touch, the brush of his palm against her cheek, was ice, a chill born from the grave into life. It sent a shudder of pleasure through every cell of her body. Fire and ice, she thought as he pulled her to him, placing his lips against hers, death pressed against life. . While we just chatted during the week she would occasionally tell how she went by with the request. Next Sunday, when we would do a webcam session, she would show me her accomplishments. When I started the webcam this time she was on her knees in front of the computer. Crouched down and folded in three. She had her forehead on the floor until she heard the beep signalling my message that greeted her. She lifted one hand and touched the keyboard. Immediately her response appeared on my screen.. Her hand finds mine as we walk to the room. There is a strange quiet between us. I open the door and she steps in. I no more than shut the door and turn around when she puts her hands on my face and kisses me deeply. Our tongues playing tag with each other as the kiss heats. When our lips separate, she tells me, “I’ve wanted that for weeks!” She walks over to the bed and sits. I can’t take much more of this and we begin kissing like sex crazed teenagers. My hands moving on her body finding her. .. or do I have to call your father and fetch the strap?"Emily looked aghast. I had no idea what was going to happen of course, but she clearly did. She stared at her mother, seemingly unable to believe the words she had just heard."Now." Mrs Winterburn commanded. The fight seemed to drain away from her. Eyes dropped to the floor, Emily could only mumble "Yes, Ma'am." Would you like a glass of water, Kevin?" It was my turn to stare - after the events of the previous minute such a banal question.