Suddenly, Daisy felt the hard column of his leg push between hers, effectively making her ride his thigh as they danced. Looking up into his hooded ey...s, Daisy didn’t know what to do. Starting to pull away didn’t help, it he made things worse. Once she started to pull away, Jake clutched her hips in a vise-like grip and lifted her off the floor, so that she was balanced on his thigh and pressed up against his chest, holding onto him so that she wouldn’t fall. Shocked, Daisy was at a loss for. "No biggie," I said, and then I laughed to myself. "That's probably whatthe doctor said, too." *********************************** The next week was a long one, but I managed to get my Christmas shoppingdone. I tried not to think about the party, but I couldn't help it, because,instead of sugar plums, dreams of wild orgies kept dancing in my head. I wishedI were more experienced at such things. The Saturday before Christmas we met up at Mr. Miller's again. I was a littlesurprised that. Her hands shook as she poured and a few splashes of scalding liquid hit her hand. She recoiled, but instead of the first thought being pain, she flushed, sank into the seat, head in her hands, mind racing to that time Bob first introduced her to the delights of control.He'd turned their bedroom into a warm sanctuary. Perfectly made four-poster. Soft music playing; some jazz that wouldn't normally be on her radar but seemed soulful and right under the circumstances. Candles flickered on the. I always grinned as I ran towards a benchand used it as a springboard to reach the top of a nearby wall, thenflipped over it and continued on my way.It didn't take me long to reach my destination, a three story buildingthat held a different business on each floor. The one I was interestedin was on the bottom floor and was merely labeled with a sign that said'Self Defense'.This was the place where Dad had once tried to shame me into learningmartial arts by signing me up for a women's.
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