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head. “No touching Jacob. Not without Lucas.”
    I couldn’t help the shudder than ran through my body at the thought of him. The thought of touching him. She saw it.
    “You want him. Don’t you?”
    I nodded again, but it wasn’t enough for her so she ordered me, “Say it.”
    “Yes, I want him. How did you know?”
    “I saw you watching us. I knew Lucas hadn’t seen. I was happy to let you watch. I’ve been a voyeur myself. I know the pleasure of watching. I noticed though, when he was spanking me. You were watching him. Not me. Weren’t you?”
    I nodded again, she frowned, I knew she wanted to hear the words so I said it, I said, “Yes. I watched him.”
    “I checked the next time. I set it up for you—for you both. I’d seen Lucas watching you. Seen him this summer, standing at the window watching you work in the yard. He had a look about him as he watched. An intensity. So I knew. I knew what he wanted but he’d never tell me. So I had to force it.”
    “You like that,” I said.
    “What? Forcing him? Making him accept his desires? Embrace his kinks? Yes I do. I do like that. I’ve been doing it to him since the moment we met.”
    “And you’re going to do it to me.” It wasn’t a question it was a statement.
    It was her turn to nod. “Yes. If you want me to. I’ll show you what you want. What you need.”
    I didn’t wait for her to ask, I said, “Yes. I want it. I want you to show me. I want you both to show me.”
    “Good.” Mrs. D pulled herself up to stand on the ledge, water trailed off her curves. She stepped over the rocks and out of the pool. I watched her. Body glistening and wet.
    “There’s a towel there, on the sun lounge.” She pointed behind her. “Get out whenever you’re ready. I have to get back to work. So you’ll have to see yourself out.”
    “Yes Mrs. D.”
    “I’ve changed my mind….”
    My heart stopped. The fear that struck me at her words must have shown on my face because she laughed and said, “…no, no, no. Not about that Jacob. I’ve changed my mind about you calling me Alissa. I like the way you say Mrs. D. It kinda turns me on.”
    She turned away and walked toward the glass doors that led into the kitchen. About half way there she stopped and looked back to face me.
    “You’re due back in three days, aren’t you?”
    I nodded and said, “Yes, Mrs. D.”
    “Good. Come early. OK?”
    “Yes Mrs. D.”
    “We’ll start then. Nice and slow. I need you to be ready. Will you be ready Jacob?”
    This time I didn’t waste time nodding. I said an emphatic, “Yes!”
    “So for the next three days I want you to think about it. What you want. What you really want. Because you’ll show me. I’ll make you.” She turned back away and took two steps, stopped again and then faced me.
    “I think the first thing I’ll show you is the joy of anticipation. For the next three days you won’t come. You can touch yourself. In fact, I insist that you tease yourself. But you will not come. Do you understand?”
    “Yes Mrs. D.”
    “Oh, yes. I do like that.”

Chapter Six
    I didn’t know why I followed her instructions, but I felt compelled to do exactly as she said. She wouldn’t have known if I slipped. If I’d jerked off, once, twice—hell, even fifty times. She wouldn’t have known—but still, I did as she told me.
    I teased myself. I lay in bed and stroked myself almost to the point of no return. Over and over. Pinching the root of my cock hard to stem the tide of cum. I did not let go. No matter how close I got I did not finish it.
    Because she told me not to. I wanted to do what she said.
    After the first day I started to like it—the burning need without release. Soon my hand was not enough, I wanted to test myself, tease myself more and more. I rang Mary-Jane, to up the stakes. To see just how much I could take. She’d forgiven me—or at least herself—for the other night. She sounded almost eager to see me, breathlessly asking what I