Harry scrubs up well too, choosing a dark gray business suit for this evening. I love him in his casual jeans and T-shirts, but for me there has always been something deeply sensual about a handsome man in a well-tailored suit. Harry fits the bill perfectly. By the time he’s fixed me with that seductive but no nonsense Dom look, asked me if I’ve quite finished my coffee and signaled for the waiter to bring our bill, my pussy is so wet I fear I might leave a stain on the plush velvet of my seat. I wonder if my dress can be dry cleaned? Harry stands, holds the back of my chair as I get to my feet, and offers me his elbow as we leave the restaurant. The hotel has a courtesy shuttle car and the driver offers to transport us back to the mill. We had intended to walk, but my shoes are just not designed for the woodland terrain. We accept the lift and a couple of minutes later we alight at the mill doors. We let ourselves in, to be greeted by Daisy, giddy with delight to see us back. “I’ll let her have a run outside for a few minutes.
