I knew something good was supposed to happen next, but I didn’t know how the parts fit together. If only her brother hadn’t told on us, I’d have... gotten another chance to investigate and maybe figure things out.And then there is a noise outside. An angry noise. For some reason, my room was in the attic of our house, where I’d played and slept before Dad built the second story, and the only window was a roof vent in the gable. I jump up and my would-be girlfriend evaporates as I look out the. ‘That was a long time ago,’ he mumbled. ‘Let’s have our tea before it gets cold.’ Tracey claimed one of the end chairs, leaving the settee to Ethan. ‘Let me pour,’ Tracey offered as she reached out ahead of his. Her hand brushed his momentarily. Ethan pulled back quickly. ‘I’m so sorry, Reverend,’ she purred and lifted her head to make eye contact. ‘This is a job for a woman.’ Tracey filled both teacups. Ethan nervously cleared his throat once more. ‘You see, my wife is in Indiana with our. That way she's really the one doing it but it makes her happy that I had final approval." Actually that sounds like a wonderful idea. Look, Evan, your mother has what is popularly called a submissive personality. Have you ever heard of that before?" Submissive?" He blushed slightly before continuing, "Doesn't submissive have something to do with being tied up and spanked or something like that?" In the sexual context it can, but that is a somewhat narrow focus for the submissive type. Simply. I met him in the bar downstairs and explained this was new for us but that she was getting in some negligee upstairs. I was so nervous as we rode in the elevator upstairs. I was hard just thinking about it, but I was also nervous as to what this meant about me and if it would change our relationship. I wasn’t sure about what we were about to do. How big would his dick be? Would she really like I or would she like it better than me?As we walked into the room, she was laying on the bed running.