The garments have been placed on the bed. He backs away and starts to walk away.
My eyes blink. Of course, I didn't really expect him to r****h me the moment I stepped out of the shower, but I can't help but feel a little let down that he isn't letting me live out my towel-dropping fantasy. It takes everything in me not to go after him and demand something, but I can't help but be intrigued. What direction does he suggest we take? During this weekend of pure perversity, surely it is not just a simple errand. I certainly hope not!
Like my lengthy shower, I take my time getting ready in the morning. Seeing how long his tolerance can last is the perverse part, but I also want to impress him with how I look. I apply a full face of makeup and then blow out my long blonde hair to Jeremyimize i
