Breakfast Dinner and a Show
I usher her to the dining room table without a word, she takes her seat opposite mine, the candle light illuminating the sexy silhouette of the creature before me. Dinner is something simple that I whipped up and is served with water as opposed to the wine to which she is accustomed. Her face shows signs of uncertainty and surprise and I grin inwardly knowing that she cannot possibly guess my wicked plans although she tries desperately to figure out my behaviour. My minx is not merely a dog...