I didn’t have much time to play last night, everything was too new and moving too fast, plus I was high and tipsy. But I plan to have some fun tonight after dinner. After he nailed me over the table and we both cleaned up, I served the reheated dinner I’d made. I had a hard time deciding what to cook for him. I know he likes fried greasy food, the saltier the better. But I know too much of that can’t be good, plus he eats on the run too much. In the end I went with pot roast and new potatoes with rosemary. He cleaned his plate after giving me a curious look, which I chose to ignore. We had plenty of time for serious discussions; right now I wanted another go at that nice hanging piece of meat between his thighs. “You done?” his voice intruded on my thoughts and before I could answer he was taking both our plates to the sink. “Before I forget, that dress you’re barely wearing, that and anything else like it is a no-no.
