Learning by Degree

The light was streaming into the bedroom through the light curtains when Alex awoke.

“Good morning sir.” Rose was lying on her front next to him propped up on her elbows.

“Morning Rose. And it's Alex, this is Saturday remember. How long have you been awake?”

“Oh, not long,” She lied, she had been awake with the dawn and had already slipped quietly out of bed and been to the loo. “I thought I could make breakfast. Do you have anything?”

“There's bacon, eggs and bread in the fridge.”

“Right, on my way.” She kissed his chest then slid out of the bed. “Breakfast in bed for sir.” She blew him a kiss as she turned to the door.

“Rose!” He said insistently, stopping her from rushing out. “It's Alex, sir is for Friday nights.”

She nodded, smiled and was gone. Her insistence on using 'sir' disquieted him. Was she teasing him or did she want last night to continue, maybe she's just being as sweet as possible hoping for a fuck. Hmm, that was probably it he decided, devious rather than deviant. He threw the quilt aside, swung his legs out of the bed, opened the wardrobe and got his bathrobe from the hook on the door, carrying it he went to the bathroom.

On leaving the bathroom he wandered through to the kitchen to see how Rose was getting on with breakfast. He now stood in the kitchen doorway, a confused expression on his face and one hand on his forehead. Rose was stood naked in front of the rayburn cooking bacon, one hand holding the frying pan the other poking at it with a spatula, her legs were straight and her feet were far apart. 

“Rose, what are you doing?”

“Bacon sir, could you get two plates please, it's about ready.”

Alex stepped into the kitchen, got the plates and placed them on the side of the rayburn. Rose carefully moved the rashers of bacon from the pan onto the plates then she turned to him, brought her feet together stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. Putting her hand on his shoulder she gently turned him and pushed him from the kitchen.

“Just the eggs to do, I'll be through in a minute.”

Alex wandered back to his bedroom slowly shaking his head. This was terrible, how had this happened? Last night he'd been dominant, he hadn't allowed Rose much leeway, if any, and now she seemed to have taken charge directing him about his own house.

‘What did I do?’ he wondered to himself. He slipped out of his robe leaving it on the floor and got back into bed. “Dammit!” He said aloud, and got out of bed again, put on the bathrobe and marched back to the kitchen.

“Listen here Rose! This has to stop.”

Rose, still with feet apart, turned slightly toward him without looking round and held up an index finger in the air, her other hand was carefully balancing an egg on the spatula and moving it toward one of the plates. Having placed the first egg, she repeated the balancing act with a second egg then turned to him eyebrows raised.

“Breakfast's ready sir.”

“We need to talk Rose.”

“Yes we do. After breakfast sir?” She handed him a plate.

“Ok, after breakfast.” He took knives and forks from a drawer and walked back to the bedroom, closely followed by Rose. They ate breakfast in bed. Rose sitting cross legged facing him. Rose had finished hers when she noticed Alex had eaten everything but the egg yolk.

“Sir.”

“Mmm.”

“Can I dip my nipples in your egg yolk.”

“Certainly not.” He said. As he carefully manoeuvred the egg yolk onto his fork and put it in his mouth all at once. 

Rose took the plates to the kitchen and returned to her place cross legged on the bed.

“I'm ready.” She said.

Alex looked her in the eye, which was a struggle, his eyes so wanted to stray downward to her breasts and pussy.

“Rose.” He began. “Last night we made a deal, you will be my sub on Friday nights and in return I'll tutor you to a degree. And now this morning you seem to want to carry on from last night. I can't tutor a slave. Part of getting a degree is questioning, challenging even, having your own views.”

“I understand that, and yes we made a deal which I will stand by, no question. As for study, I believe I can do both, that is, be your slave and have views. However, Last night was something extraordinary for me, something I didn't expect. It started when I danced for you, I've never danced like that for anyone. It suddenly wasn't a game, I became yours at that point. Then later when you unfolded our clothes.” She bowed her head slightly. “I'm sorry. I presumed.”

Alex waved away her apology.

“It was then that I realised what slave really means.”

Alex tilted his head slightly. “And that is?” He had forgotten about the desire to watch her breasts moving, even her beautiful pussy wasn't as interesting right now as the emotions pouring from her and echoing on her face.

“That is, that with you in this house I am merely your possession. I have no responsibilities other than your happiness and ultimately even that I cede to you. Isn't that what a slave is, what I am?”

“Rose, that's very eloquent, maybe you could transfer to humanities, it would make a good basis for a dissertation.” A look of irritation flashed across Rose's face and was instantly replaced by hurt.

“I'm sorry Rose, you've clearly thought deeply on this. And you are correct that is essentially what a slave is.”

Rose leaned forward onto her hands. “Then how can you ask me to turn that off sir? You've opened the box, you can't just put it back.”

“But Rose...”

“Please sir, just try it for a couple of weeks. If it doesn't work then I'll accept that I'm to be put aside on Saturdays.”

“I'm just not sure it's as easy as that.”

“Please sir.”

“All right Rose, we'll see how it goes...”

Rose threw herself at Alex wrapping her arms around him and hugging his chest. “Thank you sir, thank you. I promise you won't regret it. I'll be the perfect slave, I'll do just as you say, and I'll…”

Rose looked up, Alex's face though smiling slightly had the look of someone being greeted by an over enthusiastic wet labrador. Rose Immediately retreated to kneeling up next to him arms behind her back.

“I'm sorry sir, I'm just happy.”

Alex gave her a playful slap on her rump. “Bad girl, don't do it again.”

Rose smiled and stuck her bottom out further. “Is that as bad as I've been sir? I thought I'd been worse.”

“You're cheeky Rose, which I don't mind, it's quite endearing. However I will not tolerate mockery, and you need to experience a punishment. Let's see if you are as keen a slave with a warm bum. On the inside of the wardrobe door you'll find some implements. Go and bring me one of them.”

Rose reversed off the bed and opened the wardrobe door. Alex watched her open the door, instantly as she saw the 'implements' her demeanour changed from happy-go lucky to nervous, concerned. He knew she wouldn't know what to do, this would be unfamiliar territory for her.

Rose stood transfixed looking at the row of floggers, whips, riding crops, and cane hanging on hooks by little leather loops. They seemed to be hung in order of horribleness from left to right. “Which one should I choose?” she worried. She put her hand out to take a light flogger, then decided against it. “What if that's not the one he wanted, what if it's too light, I might be in trouble for going too easy on myself.” She moved her hand from left to right along the instruments without touching them but stopping occasionally, biting her lower lip, moving her hand back to the left, then moving right again.

“Come along Rose, we haven't got all day.” 

Rose jumped and instantly grabbed the cane hanging second in from the right. Turning to Alex she offered him the cane.

Alex smiled. “Oh I don't think you've been that bad Rose. Put it back and bring me the light brown riding crop. And don't just pass it to me, treat it with respect, present it to me held across your two hands.”

Rose returned the cane to it's hook and reached out for the riding crop. It was about two feet long, made of braided leather with a leather flap on the end. It was more difficult to unhook as it was hung by a flat piece of leather with a short slit cut in it, she stood on tiptoes and leant froward slightly to carefully unhook it.

Alex watched her return the cane to it's hook and concentrate on taking the riding crop. Something about her at that moment caught him off guard, the curves of her body, beautiful, flowing, like music. The slight concentration, her profile framed by her hair still unkempt from a nights sleep. Alex gasped quietly.

Rose unaware of the effect she'd had, placed the riding crop across her palms and presented it to Alex. As she did so she held her elbows tight to her sides and as she presented the crop forward she unashamedly also presented her breasts.

“Ah Rose, I was about to take pity on you and ask you to swap that crop for a lighter one, but since you slutishly presented your tits to me we'll stick with this one.” Alex took the crop from her but he was disappointed, he'd wanted to see her at the wardrobe door again, to strike that same pose. But the opportunity had passed. 

“Sorry sir.” Rose relaxed her arms and let her breasts to fall back to their natural shape.

“You’ll learn Rose. There will be times I wish you to allow your inner slut free reign, such as dancing for me last night. However, for the most part you will be modest and demure. In time I hope you’ll find these opposing personas are two sides of the same coin. now come up here on the bed and lie across my lap.” Alex threw back the quilt, moved up the bed and leant against the head of the bed and patted his thigh.

Rose did as she was told, lying across his upper thigh, enjoying the feel of his erection against her tummy.

Alex placed a hand on Rose's bottom at the line where her thigh began. “Too close Rose, move down a bit.”

Rose moved down his lap to just above his knees guided by his hand. The feeling of his hand there was lovely to her. If only he would move his hand a little further round her thigh he would feel how turned on she was. She relaxed over his legs ass in the air legs apart and her head resting on her hands facing away from Alex.

“Sir.”

“Yes Rose, what is it?”

“Sir, I've never been thrashed before, please will you be gentle?”

The plea surprised him, not that she'd asked but the way she'd asked. Did she really think she was about to be 'thrashed'? And yet she had still positioned herself as instructed across his knee. Was his hold over her that strong?

“Look at me Rose.”

Rose turned her head to look up at him. He gently swept the hair away from her face.

“I'm not the ogre you may imagine me to be, I'm going to redden your arse, but I wouldn't thrash you. Now stay as you are, thank me for each stroke.”

'Stay as you are.' He thought about these words. Did he mean don't move or had there been a subtext, did he want her to not change, to be untamed, untrained, always a little innocent. He shook the thoughts from his head and took up the crop. Taking aim at her rump he struck. It was hard enough to leave a red stripe that would be gone by tomorrow. The effect on Rose was electric. Her body tensed and straightened a little and she began to tremble ever so slightly. 

“Thank you sir, thank you sir, thank you sir, thank you sir...” She repeated over and over like a mantra while looking straight at him.

“Rose, one thank you is enough for one stroke.” He smiled at her and gently rubbed her behind where he'd put the stripe. “It's not so bad is it?”

Rose relaxed and took a deep breath. “It hurts a bit sir.”

“It'll sting for a little while, and it'll tingle for a while after that. Ready again?”

Rose tilted her pelvis just a little to present her behind for him “Yes sir, I'm ready.”

Alex took aim again and placed a second stripe an inch above the first. The effect on her body was the same as the first stroke, but this time she limited her thanks to a single thank you, even so Alex could see her lips mouthing her mantra over and over.

Rose had been shocked by the fire that had ripped across her behind. She'd expected something akin to the hand flicks she had experienced from the boys at school, but this was a level above that. As the sting subsided to a tingle she made a conscious effort to prepare for the second. Her preparations came to nothing, her body responded just as it had on the first stroke. She thanked 'sir' and tried to relax and prepare for the next stroke. As she tilted her hips she became aware of another feeling. The third stroke took her by surprise, again her body responded, but this time something was different along with the trembling there was a writhing, a movement in her body she knew well. She was becoming aroused.

Alex recognised the change, the endorphins were kicking in. Before continuing he put down the crop and stroked Rose's behind, running his hand over her buttocks then down the furthest thigh and back up the inside of the nearest, at the top of her thigh sliding his index finger up and down her pussy. Rose responded instantly to his finger tilting her pelvis as far as she could and pushing her hips back, so much that Alex could now see her pussy lips just proud of the line of her thighs.

“Don't move an inch Rose, stay exactly as you are. In the future should I ever have cause to correct you this is the position you will adopt.”

“Yes sir.” Rose said timidly, then as an after thought. “Sir?”

“Aha.”

“Thank you for the third stroke sir.”

“Well done Rose, I thought you'd forgotten.”

Alex took up the crop again and struck just below the first stripe. Again Rose thanked him. Her trembling had subsided but had been replaced by a slight wriggling.

“Hold still Rose, I wouldn't want you to spoil the pattern.”

Rose did her best to keep still. Alex took aim again, placing another stripe just below the existing three, there was just enough space left to put one more stripe on Roses lower buttocks without straying onto her upper thighs and laying a stripe across her pussy lips as well.

“Thank you sir.”

Alex placed the final stripe across both of Roses buttocks just missing her lips. Rose groaned a long low moan and began jerking her hips back and forth. Gradually she relaxed and leant her head on her arms, head turned side ways toward Alex eyes shut, smiling.

“Thank you sir.” “Sir?”

Alex was gently stroking her back, admiring the stripes he’d put on her behind, as well as admiring her behind in general. “Mmm, what is it Rose?”

“Ahem,” Rose paused considering her words. “Could you put your crop back across my bum, so I can feel it? Just gently I mean”

“Aha, like this.” Alex put the crop across Rose’s behind. And held it still, his other hand stroking her hair.

Rose purred “Mmm.” and slowly writhed and wriggled until she’d moved enough that the leather flap of the crop was rubbing against her pussy.

“Rose! I just told you about containing your inner slut.”

“I wasn’t, I was just, well I...”

“Spit it out Rose, I’m sure you remember I’m not a terribly patient man”

Rose paused “Well five’s an odd number, and… Another one would make six.”

“You want another one? Really, you enjoyed it that much?” Alex jumped in.

“No, well yes, I mean. It was difficult to start with but then I think I got determined to get through it. And now I feel, I dunno, empowered, exhilarated. When I say another one, I mean something different.”

“Different in what way?”

Rose turned her head and hid her face in the crook of her elbow. “Um, could I have one on,” She paused and tensed. “On my pussy.”

A silence hung in the room, eventually broken by Alex as he resumed gently stroking. “Why?” he said.

“Curiosity, I don’t know, it turns me on, well no.” she turned her head to look at him again. “I’ve seen it in porn and it always turns me on. I just want to know.”

“Let me think about it. You know most porn is faked.”

“I know, but some of it’s real. Either way it turns me on.”

“So you want another stroke right here?” Alex gently tapped the flap of the crop on Rose’s pussy.

“Mmm, Yes sir, Please sir please just there.”

Rose arched her back as far as she could and braced her toes on the bed to lift her hips for Alex.

Alex slowly stroked the flap of the riding crop up and down Rose's pussy lips “Sure Rose? Is this what you want?”

“Yes sir, go for it, do it, do it.”

Rose was ready for the stroke, after the initial surprise she had enjoyed the stripes on her behind. The feeling as the sting faded into tingling was warming, it had turned her on. she wondered what a stroke on her pussy would be like, she was quivering waiting for it.

Alex took careful aim and struck, landing the leather flap of the riding crop across Roses pussy lips, lighter than the licks he'd laid on her rump, but still a little harder than he'd intended.

What happened next surprised them both.

Rose heard the slap of the crop and instantly felt the fire in her pussy. Her head shot back as her back went from arched downwards to arched upwards, one hand flew to her pussy while the other grabbed a fist full of bed sheet, her mouth opened to scream but not a sound came out. Her whole body rigid but trembling just a little. Alex threw the crop to the floor and gathered her up lifting her to his chest.

“It's OK Rose, you're fine. Let it out.”

Rose heard Alex's reassurance and his urging her to 'Let it out', it meant nothing to her, his words were like static over a favourite song on the radio, ignored, tuned out. She was fixated on what was important to her right at that moment, the pain, the tension, the forces and feelings ripping through her body and mind.

“Ohhh fuck! Shit!”

Roses feelings found voice. At the same time the tension in her body collapsed, as if only the trapped sound had been keeping her taught. She simply melted across Alex’ chest.

Alex leant forward and pulled the quilt over them.

For half and hour they lay like this, each lost in their own thoughts yet contented to have the other close.

Finally Alex broke the silence. “Rose, are you asleep?”

“Mmm, yes sir.”

“Rose I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you quite that hard.”

As soon as he’d spoken he felt Rose tense ever so slightly. Then slowly she got up to a kneeling position next to him, head bowed hands behind her back.

“Thank you sir for the last stroke, please may I have another?”

Alex smiled at her then suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful of her breast and dragged her back down onto her chest. “No you may not.”

She managed to land with her arms across his chest, she looked down at him and smiled back. “If you hadn’t struck me so hard you wouldn't have got the same reaction.” she thought for a moment. “And, if you hadn’t struck me so hard my asking for another stroke would have meant less.”

Alex frowned.

“And, since I asked for another stroke and you refused me… I think we trust each other more now than before.”

He pulled her head to him and kissed her. “You’re probably right, nevertheless, I should have been more...”

At this Rose jumped up from his chest back to her knees. “Sir!” She started insistently, then remembering her subservient position, started again. “Sorry sir, if I may.” Then without waiting for permission she continued. “Sir, I will do my best to hide my ‘inner slut’ as you call it and to be modest and demure when required and to be slutty when required, and I’m sure that in time that will all become second nature to me. But at the same time, I think you must try to hide your inner gentleman. So when I’m being slutty you need to be nasty or hard or something” As she spoke it was clear to Alex she was becoming emotional, but she hadn’t finished. With tears forming in her eyes and clearly struggling not to cry she almost shouted “Sir! Thank you sir for the last stroke! Please may I have another!”

Alex was shocked, it was just as well that Rose, having her head bowed with her unkempt hair falling forward, couldn't see his face. She had gone straight to the crux of the matter, put her finger firmly on his weak spot. What was he to do? Could he, Should he give her another stroke? That would be her topping from the bottom, that much he knew. On the other hand, if he didn’t give her another stroke would she have won? Would she persist in accusing him of being gentlemanly, of being soft? Would the power in this relationship not yet even a day old have shifted, in her favour?

“Rose, this arrangement, this contract, is little more than a half a day old. You’ll remember that there are two principles within this contract, my happiness and a degree for you, a first to be precise. Now, would you like to explain to me, where the hell within those two principles you get to tell me when I can and cannot be a gentleman? Furthermore, I will decide if and when I thrash your cunt with whatever implement I choose, and believe me that time is a damn site closer than you think given that outburst.” He paused. “Now go and blow your nose and wash your face. And while you’re about it, consider very carefully what exactly you would have me do next.”

Rose paused for a moment then crawled off the end of the bed and with head still bowed left the room.

Alex ran his fingers through his hair, he’d averted an impasse, for now. But what next? What if she returned and again demanded another stroke? Give it to her or not she either would think he was soft or she gained control. Maybe she’ll come back and flatly give him control over her body, her mind? Maybe, but, no there’d be no respect, no... structure. Whatever scenario he came up with he couldn’t think of one that allowed their contract to work for them both. Resigned to the probability of another failed relationship he threw back the quilt to get up. Just as Rose opened the door. She had indeed washed her face, not only that she had brushed her hair and put on some make-up. 

Alex smiled and nodded to himself. “Of course.” He thought, why would I have ever thought to have such an Angel, such a vision. He sighed.

Rose glanced up at him then saying nothing climbed onto the foot of the bed and knelt facing Alex.

“Rose?” he queried, tilting his head slightly.

She glanced up at him once more then without a word leant forward stretching her arms out in front of her. hands flat on the bed.

“Rose what...”

“Alex, Sir...” She interrupted him. “Please forgive me, I promise it’ll never happen again. Please, I’m yours, do with me whatever you like, whether you tutor me or not. Just please don’t abandon me. I’ll do whatever you say, you won’t even have..”

“Rose, Rose, stop, calm down.” He stopped her with a hand over hers, she was becoming emotional again. “Come here it’s OK.”

She came to him and they embraced legs entwined, her head on his shoulder.

“I really am sorry sir, I shouldn’t have forced you.”

“I think Rose, you may well get yourself an honours.”

“S-i-r.”

“What is it Rose?”

“Can I make amends, you haven't fucked me, wouldn't you like to?”

Alex laughed. “I certainly would, and will very soon I think.”

Rose wriggled a little to show her approval. She could feel Alex stirring against her thigh.

“But first I want your pussy up here. Come along.” He gently pushed her head away and grabbing a handful of buttock pulled her toward him.

Rose slipped down the bed and with Alex's guidance lay astride him. Taking his cock in her hand she began to gently kiss him.

“No you don't. Leave it alone, save it for your pussy. You'll have it soon enough.”

The slight pulsing of her pussy, her beautiful lips parted, her moistness flowing to her clitoris almost ready to form a drip, the scent of her, she was intoxicating. Alex wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her to him, Rose responded, pushing back onto his mouth. Alex sucked her clit into his mouth flicking with his tongue.

Knock knock knock.

Alex jumped, cocking his head sideways looking toward the door, Rose leant to one side turning to look at Alex her face the picture of a question mark.

The penny dropped with Alex. “Aw sod, your car! I forgot about your car. I bet that's Duncan, He'll have found your car.”

“Oh shit, I'd forgotten too. Who’s Duncan?”

Alex rolled Rose off him and swung his legs onto the floor leaning forward to grab his dressing gown all in one movement.

“He’s the local farmer. You stay here. I'll have to go and help shift it. I'll give him a coffee while I get changed.” Alex put on his dressing gown and left the room.

Rose lay on her back, head at the wrong end of the bed, abandoned.

“I'll wait for you.” She called after him. As she lay there one leg bent the other straight, her hand ran down across her body stopping to squeeze a breast then continuing across her belly to her pussy. Would he know if I just… I should keep myself warm for him… No, she decided, it wouldn't be worth it, I gave him my body, I'll stick to the deal. She was also aware he may re-enter the bedroom at any time and catch her. She listened to the conversation on the other side of the door.

“Hi Duncan, how're you doing?”

“Aye fine Alec, fine. Yerself?”

Duncan had never got the hang of calling Alex, Alex. Even on the rare occasion when they'd been in company and others had made a point of using his name Duncan hadn't picked up on it. Alex put it down to a missing link between the listening and talking parts of Duncan's brain.

“Oh excellent thanks. You found a car at the corner huh.”

“Aye, Aye, your guest right?”

“Aha, Yes, yes, right. I doubt they'll be up for a while. Come in and have a coffee, I'll get dressed and give you a hand to recover it.”

“No, no, I'm off coffee just now the wife says it's bad for me.”

“Well come in and have a warm. I'll be with you in a minute.”

Rose heard the front door close and the conversation fade as Alex showed Duncan into the living room. Duncan sounded youngish, married, so maybe early twenties. She imagined the type, overalls inflated by a developing beer gut and black wellington boots, a man of habit, so, well shaven but unkempt hair. She moved to lie across the bed. Moments later Alex re-entered the bedroom to find Rose laying on her back, bum at the edge of the bed with her legs straight up in the air and her arms stretched up grasping her ankles. As he walked around the bed she slowly opened her legs gradually wider and wider almost to a splits position. Alex watched transfixed, her flexibility was fantastic.

Alex put a finger across his lips. “Sshh!” He whispered. “I'll sort you out when I get back.” He leant forward and gave Rose's pussy a couple of light pats, as you'd give a small dog who's just brought your slippers. “I won't be long. No playing solo now.” he waved a finger at her and made an attempt at a stern face.

“I promise, I'll be good.” Rose spun her legs round and flipped onto her front, knees bent feet flapping in the air, head in her hands supported on her elbows, doing her best to look petulant, lower lip stuck out.

Alex ignored her and continued dressing, once dressed he turned to her, smiling at the look on her face. He bent over her and gave her bottom a pat, on straightening up he found Rose had a firm grip of the crotch of his trousers in her teeth.

He laughed “Let go Rose.”

Rose shook her head playfully then let go of Alex's crotch.

Alex stroked her hair. “I'll be back soon.” 

As soon as he'd left the room she got up and listened at the door.

“Righto Duncan, let me get my boots on. Have you got ropes and such?”

“Aye, aye, all in the tractor.”

“You have the keys Alec, aye?”

“Oh, good call Duncan, no, just a sec, you carry on.”

Rose heard the front door open.

Alex, forgetting that his visitor wouldn't be up for a while, called from the hallway. “Rose, where's your keys?”

Rose bit her lip, should she or shouldn't she, she knew it was mischievous and maybe a little risky but she'd heard Duncan open the door he must have stepped outside. Do it. She decided.

“They're in my jacket, I'll get them.” she said as she strode across the hallway between Alex knelt on one knee doing up his laces and Duncan holding the door. but still very much inside.

Duncan could hardly believe his eyes, a vision of delight with breasts bouncing  and… no, no that can't be right, a stripy arse! “Aye.” Was all he could manage, the only thing in fact he felt appropriate in such a situation. Social interactions were always a minefield for Duncan.

“Would you excuse me a moment Duncan.” Alex followed Rose to the kitchen.

Rose knew as soon as she'd stepped out of the bedroom she'd made a mistake, the look on Alex's face had told her that. She hadn't started out with a plan B so when she found Duncan still inside she had no thought other than to keep going. Hearing Alex's footstep coming toward the kitchen she quickly tuned toward the door and stood as she'd been taught the previous night, but peeking upward toward the door through the loose strands of hair hanging down across her face. Alex rounded the corner into the kitchen and strode toward her, one boot on. one boot off. As she watched him striding toward her, her head started nodding in time with his stride and a grin spread across her face. By the time he'd reached her full scale laughter was threatening to escape from her pursed lips.

Alex, as soon as he'd seen her head nodding in time with his lopsided march, realised why she was smiling. Fool, he thought, why didn't I put the other boot on. So there he stood in front of his recalcitrant slave watching her breasts bobbing up and down in her efforts to contain her laughter. He couldn't help but see the ridiculousness of the situation and his face transformed from stern to smirk. Lowering his face level with hers he put his finger across his lips, with the other hand he gave the international signal for key then the signal for give it to me.

They were both now struggling to keep their laughter in. Rose turned to her jacket hanging on the Rayburn and retrieved the key. Turning back to Alex she found him still semi crouched finger pressed hard against his lips, as much to keep his own laughter in as to quiet her. Rose put the keys in his hand then with one hand covering her mouth to keep her laughter in she collapsed to the floor. Alex stood up, cleared his throat and marched from the kitchen, still bobbing up and down.