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myself, approving. She glanced over.
    “Red or white?”
    “Try saying that a little nicer, Cerise.”
    She cocked her head for a second. “Would you prefer red or
white?”
    I smiled at her. “Excellent.” She brightened. “White,
please.” She struggled a bit unscrewing the cap. I saw the tip of her tongue
peek out as she tried to force it. She stopped for a moment and examined the
bottle. With a smile she ripped off the plastic tab, and opened it easily. She
poured a glass and brought it over to me.
     “Thank you Cerise.” I took a sip. “Would you care for some
yourself?”
    “No, I’m good.” She glanced up. “Umm.. no thank you, perhaps
later.” I smiled again, and so did she.
    “One more ground rule, and we can begin. When you address me
tonight, you will call me Sir. Do you understand Cerise?”
    “Yes Sir.” She stood now with hands clasped in front, head
bowed.
    I walked to the table next to the window and sat down in the
chair next to it. “Now remove your clothes.”
    There was a fleeting look of curiosity in her eyes when she
glanced up for a second. Her hands went behind her back and lowered as she
opened the zipper of her dress. She shrugged first one shoulder, then the other
letting the top slide down her arms. Her breasts spilled over the cups of the
lacy red bra, the top of a dark nipple just peeking out.
    My eyes lowered to the taut stomach that became visible as
she pushed the dress down. Red lace panties covered her round hips above the bare
flesh of her thighs. Now, the dark thigh high stockings in firm legs were
revealed. She was exquisite.
    I sat back in the chair and placed my ankle on the knee of my
other leg. She wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing to me.
    She kicked the dress to the side and raised her hands once
more to undo her bra. When the straps slid down her arms, she tossed it next to
her dress. The globes of her alabaster breasts topped with dark, button-like
nipples jiggled with her movement. Her areoles were pale pink.
    My breath stopped when her fingers slid the panties over her
hips and down her thighs. Her pussy was trimmed Brazilian style to just a thin landing
strip.
    My cock was rock hard. I squirmed a bit, knowing pre-come was
already oozing. “Turn around.”
    She turned slowly; her round ass was oh, so spankable. Now to
press her. “Bend over and spread your cheeks. Show me your asshole.”
    Her head spun over her shoulder at me. Her face went slack
and her mouth made a small ‘o’. I waited. Give her a chance to catch up, Nick.
She turned her head back and bent at the waist. Her hands rose from her legs to
those sweet cheeks and separated them. I made her hold that position for a few
moments. She was showing me, a total stranger, her most private area.
    “That’s fine. You may stand straight now. Turn around. I
want you to touch yourself but don’t come.”
    She straightened up and turned around with a fluidness I
hadn’t seen before. There was no defiance in the set of her mouth. And no fear
in her eyes. I studied her for a moment. Yes—acceptance. Very good.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Very, very good. Most promising. I allowed myself to be
cautiously optimistic as I watched her.
    Her hand was filled, spilling over with the flesh of her tit
while her thumb and finger pinched the dark nipple. Her other hand slipped
between her legs, running her index finger between her folds. Her eyes
fluttered closed and her body jerked when her finger touched her clit. I tensed
with her.
    This was good. She had already been aroused. This girl had
even more promise than Janice at this stage. And she’s years younger than Janice
had been.
    I rose and slipped my jacket off, laying it on the back of
the chair. Her eyes opened and her tongue licked her lips slowly. I held my
hands at my side as I stood in front of her.
    “Undress me.”
    She stepped towards me and began. She hid her clumsiness as
best she could. Her fingers fumbled just a bit when she loosened the