"But why, dear? Why do you do this?" She had to ask, even if I couldn't answer."But why, dear? Why do you do this?" She had to ask, even if I couldn't answer. Except I could! Still holding her hand I shuffled backwards in my chains. I led her down the hall to another of the tables and nodded towards it. She opened the little drawer and found writing materials. "Oh! You want to write it out!" "Uhmmm, uhmmm!" I grunted, shaking my head. "But there's nothing else here but a ruler!" I nodded. She picked up the wooden stick, and I led her back to her chair. Smiling sweetly with my eyes, I turned around and bent over from the waist, presenting my smoke covered ass as a gift. "But what ..." she started. I turned my head to stare meaningfully at the ruler in her hands. "Oh, I couldn't! Not like this!" I nodded. Still somewhat confused, she plucked up her resolve and gave me a light, awkward stroke. I couldn't help but swirl my hips in delicious anticipation! After her second feeble swing, I turned and gave her my widest, most innocent, most eager nod of encouragement! She tried again, this time with more effect. |