<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Coaxing Twin </em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div>I follow him out of the bathroom and down the hall to my room where he begins to collect his clothes as he refuses to tell me what to do. He knows I need to be told. He knows I need direction. He knows I need my Master. And yet he has thrown me into the deep end and wants to see if I swim.<br/><br/>I drop my towel on the floor, baring my body to him completely again as I walk slowly to my closet and pull out a little pink lace sundress with a swingy skirt that falls just below my ass. I slip it over my head, settling the little triangles of fabric over my bare breasts and fixing the thin straps in place on my shoulders. I wander sensuously across to my dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling out a tiny pink piece of fabric, slipping my feet into the holes and shimmying it up my legs and over my hips.<br/><br/>I turn back to him and cock my head,<strong>"Alright...I'll TRY..."</strong>I mutter, mock glaring at him before walking out of my room and next door to his. Settling myself into his desk chair I find his laptop lying closed on the desk and open it, huffing in frustration when I find the password screen come up.<br/><br/><strong>"Reese....I need you..."</strong>I call out, my words heavily weighted with innuendo as I request his assistance.