With a little help from my friends... (Aviva & Subilicious69)
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				Title: <strong>With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 19:11:35</strong>
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				It hadn't always been this way.&nbsp; Once upon a time Ewan had enjoyed his job.&nbsp; It had been a pleasure and a privilege to come in every day and read the local radio news broadcasts.&nbsp; For a while it had seemed like his dream job, and days of penury, boredom and stagnation were but distant memory to him.&nbsp; He was then happily married to his childhood sweetheart, and had had ten blissful years of marriage behind him.&nbsp; The fact that they had been unable to have children had then seemed like a minor aberration to him, a dropped stitch in the rich tapestry of life.&nbsp; It had in fact meant that they were more to each other than they might have been had they had children, and as a result were able to share more excitements and experiences that would otherwise have been denied them.&nbsp; However, as content as Ewan may have been, it was this omission that was slowly eating away at his wife's happiness.&nbsp; She dearly wanted children and the fact that he couldn't provide them to her ate away at her soul, until her disregard for him descended into disrespect.&nbsp; And so she had left him.<br><br>And so here he was.<br><br>Grimly meandering his way through life, missing each of it's great pleasures, lost in his own world of depression and a worsening relationship with the demon drink.&nbsp; It was all he could do to pitch up on time in the morning, unshaven and smelling of the last nights suds, trying to revive his spirits to put some energy into his broadcast performance, and feeling the glares from his production manager as every little mistake, every dropped syllable compounded their growing disenchantment with him.<br><br>Ewan could have, nay would have given up long before had it not been for Annabel, the one friend who had stuck steadfastly by him, trying to do what she could to keep him from careering off the rails completely.&nbsp; She knew the parlous state of his financial affairs as he drank and gambled his money before it could reach his red lettered bills that she had spied on visiting his now very empty feeling house.&nbsp; She knew that the axe hovered dangerously above him, and his grip on his job was tenuous at best.<br><br>She knew that he was on a one way street and that there was nothing that he could do about it.
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				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 19:27:42</strong>
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				Annabel stared at Ewan as he arrived yet again late. He was not clean shaven and his clothing looked like he had been walking, sleeping and eating in it for the last three days..at least. She shook her head silently as she walked towards him. She grabbed his arm and dragged him along the corridor and yanked him into the male bath room before their boss would see him.<br><br>"Your late again Ewan, Ian is ready to chop your head off and he certainly will if you go in like that."<br><br>She reached into a bag and pulled out a pale blue feminine razor and some Lynx Africa body wash. She placed both on the side.<br><br>"You are extremely lucky that I actually like using that stuff and am away from home tonight to have it in my bag. Get washed and shaved before you end up losing this job along with everything else Ewan."<br><br>Despite her voice being stern and her actions being firm she was doing what needed to be done if he had any chance of keeping this job. Though as she got closer the sudden smell of bourbon, cigarette smoke and something else invaded her nostrils. She placed her pink and white toothbrush on the side as well as a tube of Colgate toothpaste..<br><br>"I can buy you ten minutes so you better make yourself presentable."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 23:28:17</strong>
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				Ewan was past feeling shame.&nbsp; His life was what it was, and he was just content to wallow in it like a hog, almost utterly careless to how low he could drag himself.&nbsp; The disapproving stares and words of his colleagues and superiors failed to lift him from his stupor, yet Annabel could still sting him into action, and her reprobating tone was enough to snap him out of his wounded reverie.<br><br>"Ach, why do you continually fuss at me woman?&nbsp; Nobody can see what I look like on air, they only have my dulcit tones to go on!&nbsp; And Ian can go to hell for all I care!".<br><br>Though chiding her, his eyes softened at the very site of her, and his riposte was delivered with a smile and a lilt, designed to illicit a reaction from his one remaining friend.<br><br>"And are you trying to embarrass me with this stuff are you?&nbsp; <em>Lynx</em>?&nbsp; By God, I haven't used the stuff since I was 16!&nbsp; And a <em>pink </em>razor?&nbsp; I'm feeling emasculated enough as it is!&nbsp; I know you're trying to look after me Annabel, but I've got a reputation to uphold, shoddy one though it is!".<br><br>He exited briskly, winking back at her as he backed through the toilet door.&nbsp; Though their little tete-a-tete had picked up his spirits, the very sight of himself in the mirror was enough to knock him back down again.&nbsp; He did look quite a state.&nbsp; He didn't look like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, it was more as if he'd been dragged through a mile of bracken and ivy.&nbsp; And this morning aftertaste of his whiskey, cigarette and kebab cocktail was something to behold too.<br><br>With a tired glance at her razor, he went to work on pulling himself together, and after stuffing half a pack or spearmint gum in his mouth he marched to the studio.
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 23:50:41</strong>
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				She stood back and seemingly, simply took the verbal punches he threw at her. She tried to ignore the fact that it hurt slightly. She had grown used to the fact that he had fallen into a position of hurting any that tried to help him or even tried to be friends. She so far had been simply too stubborn to allow him to do so. Instead she made sure she had some items in her bag to try and improve how he looked, even if it was only for the on highs eyes.<br><br>She talked to him when he allowed it which was not often and she defended him when he was not there or unable to defend himself but even that was not actually helping him for he was causing his own problems. He was making them worse.<br><br>Once he had finished using what he was going to she packed the items back up and left the bathroom with a forced smile to his back. She knew he was going to have to sell the house soon at this rate and pay half to his now ex wife. Sheknew he was losing and throwing away everything and she would help as and when he needed it but his options were running out.<br><br>She returned to her desk and began to work on getting everything ready for him and tried to avoid Ian's furious gaze on Ewan. The only person that made her nervous was Ian. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 10:05:33</strong>
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				Although Ewan put on a blase front regarding his boss, the truth was that he knew the position he was in was precarious at best and that it would be in his interest to tow the party line, sort his act out and get back to somewhere near his best.&nbsp; The problem was that his divorce hadn't only robbed him of his once loving wife, it had also stolen his last ounce of self respect, and he had only just found out, it was going to lose him his house too.&nbsp; They had only just gotten out of negative equity just before she served him the papers, and he now suspected that this was what she had been waiting for.&nbsp; They could now sell the house, and make a clean break, freeing her from him and his seedless appendage.<br><br>So like that, the rug was pulled from under his feet.&nbsp; One minute he had everything, and the next he was a homeless pauper, doing a job he didn't give two fecks about.<br><br>All of a sudden he felt such a surge of warmth and gratitude towards Annabel.&nbsp; Through all this she had hung in there with him, helping where she could.&nbsp; And how had he shown his thanks.&nbsp; With contempt?&nbsp; No, that was too strong a word for it, but could she deem it to be really so far away?<br><br>"Thank you... Annabel...", he murmured shame-facedly, wiping his moistening eyes as she left for the studio.&nbsp; He hoped that she had heard her.<br><br>He gave himself one last appraising glance in the mirror, and realised that he still could brush up quite nicely when he made the effort.&nbsp; He still had his boyish good looks and piercing blue eyes, though now with slightly more lines around the edges than they once possessed.&nbsp; <br>He was taller than average at almost six foot, and though he was mentally and emotionally bankrupt, he had enough sense to keep his athletic body fine tuned from visits to the gym once or twice a week.&nbsp; He didn't want to think what would become of him if he were to slump physically as well.<br><br>And now for the charm offensive.&nbsp; Ian would be pissed, but he had to hang on to this one last morsel of his previous happy life.&nbsp; At least until he worked out what he was going to do next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 23:22:21</strong>
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				The door had practically closed but Annabel had heard the words of thanks even if she pretended not to. She gathered the paper work he would require for his next bit and passed it to him in a deep blue folder as he passed her desk. She gave him a warm smile while the phone on her desk began to ring as he made his way to Ian's office. She picked up the phone though regretted it instantly when she heard the overly happy voice of Ewan's ex wife on the phone. She turned away and leaned against the desk as casuall as she could appear as she listened to his ex' wifes exciteable chatter.<br><br>"Ah Annabel I am so glad it was you that picked up the phone, can you tell Ewan I have found a buyer for the house and they wish to move in , in a months time so he has to be gone in three weeks at the latest."<br><br>"Don't you think you should discuss this with him..?"<br><br>"Why? He won't listen to me these days unsurprisingly but I hear he does at times listen to you. Perhaps you can get him to be a proper man Annabel. "<br><br>The last few words were said harshly and with a icy edge to them. Annabell shook her head as she heard the dooming click that suggested she had been hung up on. How the hell was she going to tell him that? And where was he going to go now?"<br><br>Forcing a smile onto her lips and it just reaching her eyes she placed the phone down and returned to work. She hated the idea of glass walls as that meant she had no privacy at all and could merely watch as Ewan and Ian seemed to be politely telling each other what to do. <br><br>"Please do not fire him today.."<br><br>She whispered quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 14:59:55</strong>
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				Ever since Ewan had joined the station, there had always existed an animosity between himself and Ian.&nbsp; Reading the news didn't necessarily sound like the most difficult job in the world, but it was how you sold it to the listening public that truly made the difference between an entertaining bulletin or a sterile one.&nbsp; It was in this that Ewan's creativity shone to the fore.&nbsp; He had a way with words that Ian just couldn't match, either professionally or personally, and this instilled an envious rage in the producer.&nbsp; It was his job to keep control over Ewan's projects and outputs, and this brought them into continual conflict.&nbsp; Ewan sought to brighten up the station, whilst Ian feared that he would bring it crashing down around their ears.&nbsp; And this was turning into just another one of those mornings.<br><br>"Why do we have to continually pigeon-hole ourselves into reporting doom and gloom each and every morning?&nbsp; It is a wonder we just don't tell everybody to kill themselves and have it done with! THERE'S NOTHING TO LIVE FOR! END IT NOW OR BE FOREVER TROUBLED AND BESIEGED!&nbsp; What happened to being a station that lightened peoples lives?&nbsp; One that could make them smile as they woke up and trudged onto the treadmill, taking up the daily grind?&nbsp; And my appearance has got nothing to do with this Ian!&nbsp; Park whatever personal misconceptions and misgivings you have for me at the door and be a professional Goddamnit!", Ewan raged from within the booth, finally finding it impossible to hold his tongue any longer.<br><br>He paused mid-rant, observing Annabel as she appeared saddened by whatever news she was being given over the phone.&nbsp; He saw a look of annoyance pass over her features just before she nestled the receiver back into it's cradle, before appearing to pull herself together, assuming a happier though forced countenance.<br><br>Entirely ignoring Ian's angry retort Ewan balefully stared through the glass as Annabel approached the broadcasting booth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 15:21:11</strong>
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				Annabel made the gradual movement towards Ian's office. She inwardly shook at how she was going to deliver this lot of news. perhaps if she did it in front of Ian he would have the decency to keep Ewan on until he at least had found a place to stay. Though if she did do it in front of Ian perhaps Ewan would hate her for such a break of privacy. What in the world could she actually do to keep Ewans job and keep from blurting out the truth. In fact there was nothing she could do. <br><br>She knocked ont he glass door and waited until Ian waved her in. Her gaze settling on Ewan.<br><br>"I have some rather..distressing news for Ewan, I an. I think its quite important that he hears it straight away. With all respect Ian."<br><br>She nodded her head slightly as if she was bowing to him but he and her had their own clashes. Though when they did occur they were far less vocal and stressful than these two could seem able to manage. <br><br>"So if I could borrow him for a few minutes..please..?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 15:29:44</strong>
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				"OK Annabel, but try and make it quick will you, we're on in 5!", Ian said, rounding on her and delivering his words with a calculated coldness.<br><br>Ewan's anger had subsided quite dramatically as he observed Annabel's demeanor.&nbsp; She wasn't ever this concilliatory towards Ian.&nbsp; Her conversational gambits to him were often laced with a barely hidden loathing and distaste.&nbsp; Ewan instantly felt afraid.&nbsp; Whatever the news gleaned by that brief phone call was, it couldn't be good.<br><br>Trying to hold himself together, Ewan said, "Thanks for interrupting Annabel.&nbsp; That was starting to get out of hand.&nbsp; I don't know how I held back from knocking the fools lights out!".<br><br>Pacing quickly behind her, for a brief moment forgetting his troubles and surrepticiously admiring her shapely figure, he continued, bracing himself, "So... erm... what is this distressing news then?".
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 23:06:14</strong>
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				She winced at Ian's coldness but knew it was delivered purposefully she turned to Ewan as she closed the door tightly so that Ian could not over hear her.<br><br>"Well I shall make this quick and I am sorry to say painful. Your wife called..she has found a buyer for the house and she wants you out in three weeks time at the very latest. She was not going to tell you so I felt it better that I should. Sorry Ewan.."<br><br>She trailed off after the news was given unaware that only seconds before Ewan had actually been eying up her form.&nbsp; When the pair had first met she had been extremely disappointed to find out he was already spoken for and though she had a crush on him in recent months that had faded with his gambling and drinking. He was not the Ewan she had originally met and was getting closer to simply seeing him as a friend. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 00:18:59</strong>
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				Ordinarily Ewan was one to not betray any emotions unless he could help it, especially negative ones.&nbsp; This would be categorized as one of those rare occasions that his usually stoic outer shell would desert him.<br><br>He was physically trembling as he followed Annabel into the adjoining office.&nbsp; A feeling of impending doom was settling over him, so he braced himself.&nbsp; <br><br>With tremulous voice he asked, "So wh-what is it then A-Annabel...?".<br><br>Her response literally felled him.&nbsp; He buckled at the knees and capitulated into one of the swivel chairs.&nbsp; With his head in his hands and tears forming in his eyes he wept silently.<br><br>"She... but... how... she can't... I mean, so quickly?&nbsp; She rips my heart out and then stamps on it for good measure?&nbsp; Is she some kind of previously undefined evil harlot?&nbsp; What did I do... I mean....", he trailed off, words failing him.<br><br>His warm appraisal of her physical merits now seemed but a distant memory as he felt his shattered world collapsing around him.<br><br>He slumped on the desk, his head buried in his arms.&nbsp; "Please, Annabel, tell Ian I am sick or something.&nbsp; I can't broadcast like this.... What am I going to do?".
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 00:31:33</strong>
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				She watched him collapse and though she wished to go and comfort him she knew she could not. Not now and certainly not here due to glass walls and watching eyes.<br><br>"I already plan to. For now Ewan you need to go some where, get away from the house, from her and certainly here. I know you have about two weeks worth of holidays to be taken soon so I am going to put you down for them Ewan. Is there any where you can go? A friends house, family or someone to take a break and..get passed this..?"<br><br>She could not comment on the rest he had said about <em>her</em> for she did not know the whole story and she did not wish to become personally involved between the pair that were obviously close to the final end of their relationship.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 08:35:56</strong>
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				Even in the depths of his despair, her warm and kind words provided him with a shining beacon of hope.&nbsp; In his desperate state he wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but he felt a greater closeness between them.&nbsp; There had always been an unspoken bond between them, a kinship and dare he say it, mutual attraction, that in any other circumstance would have lead to a deep and meaningful relationship, but she had always managed to keep a distance between them.<br><br>And now, as all was crumbling around him, she was standing firm.<br><br>"Thank you Annabel, thank you so much.&nbsp; I'm sure Ian won't mind.&nbsp; Though, with regards to somewhere to stay, ah, I don't know.&nbsp; Michelle was such a divisive force between myself, my friends and my family.&nbsp; &nbsp;I would still see them from time to time, but she disliked their influence on me and kept them all firmly at arms length.&nbsp; I wasn't strong enough and relationships became strained.&nbsp; They may let me stay, they are good people, but I would feel so two faced to go begging them for help now.&nbsp; It just wouldn't feel right.&nbsp; I'm going to need to build some bridges, but it will take time.&nbsp; No, I can find a bed &amp; breakfast or cheap hotel to stay at until things straighten out and I can rent my own place.&nbsp; Surely it won't take more then a month...".<br><br>The clarity of his thinking astounded him.&nbsp; She had stopped him from sinking any lower, from capitulating altogether, and now he was actually making concrete plans.<br><br>Ewan looked affectionately into his friends eyes, admiring her beauty, and more importantly for him at this very moment, her strength.&nbsp; Tears welled in his eyes just for a moment, but this time they did not spring from despair, but only from hope, love and gratitude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 11:46:30</strong>
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				She nodded her head slightly to him as she listened but did not comment at all until he appeared to have said all that needed to be.<br><br>"Well I shall help any way that I am able to Ewan. I would suggest for now perhaps go home, pack up some belongings and find some where..less emotional to stay."<br><br>She stared at him silently a moment and did wonder how he could afford a bed and breakfast or even a hotel. She decided to approach this subject lightly.<br><br>"Ewan, are you sure that a bed and breakfast or hotel is reliable. They are extremely expensive these days and could easily cost you a couple of hundred a week. I am sure your friends would understand. Any siblings maybe?"<br><br>Though she did not know the fine details of his finances she qas quite sure he would simply end up pushing himself further into debt even though she did not mention either of the two terrible d words.&nbsp; If he really had no where to go she guessed she could let him stay with ehre. She had a guest room but she did not wish that to be a possibility suggested unless he had no other options. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 00:10:50</strong>
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				Ewan thought for a moment.&nbsp; Was he being prematurely judgemental of his nearest and dearest?&nbsp; Maybe he should still try.&nbsp; His pride was holding him back though, and hadn't they judged him equally with Michelle, essentially closing the door on him as much as he had been forced to on them?&nbsp; He decided that a white lie would be best to deflect any further questions, as much as it pained him to deceive his friend.<br><br>"Thank you Annabel, you are a true friend and that is good advice", he whispered emotionally, reaching out and stroking her arm.&nbsp; "Better to rip the band aid off and move on immediately.&nbsp; But I really cannot stay with anyone else.&nbsp; My friends all have families now or are out of the country, and I already broached my brother on the possibility and he has told me no in no uncertain terms.&nbsp; I still have some of my bonus money left over so I'll have enough for a week in a hotel leaving just about enough for a deposit.&nbsp; As long as I can find somewhere quickly I should be fine".<br><br>He grabbed his coat and back and turned for the door.&nbsp; "I'll give you a call to let you know where I end up", he offered back to her.&nbsp; His voice cracking once more with emotion "and thanks for your concern Annabel.&nbsp; I don't know how I can ever repay your kindness to me.".
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 00:24:38</strong>
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				Annabell sighed as she watched him start to leave after hearing what he could and cound not do. She inhaled sharply as she closed her eyes and reached down into her pocket. She pulled out a key ring which had four silver keys on. She lifted them up to him and watched him intently.<br><br>"Take these, go to my house. You can stay with me until you find a place to rest. It shall give you some money to purchase essentials like a fridge, bed and the such. I shall rent out my guest room to you for free but you buy your own food and you help with the electricity and the gas. Do not say anything to anyone here. <br>Do you remember where I live or do you need directions there?"<br><br>She could not believe she was doing this. Never mix business with pleasure she was trying to remind herself but he needed her help and it was purely helping a friend out. Nothing intimate, nothing physical. He was in no mental or emotional state to handle such stress and she certainly was not going to get tangled up with him especially as he was in such a mess. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 00:48:04</strong>
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				The sound of Annabel sighing and the jingle of metal arrested Ewan's departure.&nbsp; He turned around and upon viewing the keys dangled towards him he froze, absolutely dumbstruck.&nbsp; Wrapped in his own sad little world, he hadn't caught the gist of her questioning, and had entirely missed what she was getting at.<br><br>"Annabel... are you sure?", he said, unable to conceal his bewildered shock.<br><br>There was something so final in her tone, a spirit that was to brook no disagreement.&nbsp; He reached out and took the keys, even accepting her money for the furnishings.&nbsp; Aside from her steely gaze that made the situation more of a fact than an offer, he knew that he would be in dire straights even after a night or two in a hotel.&nbsp; Not just monetarily, but he was liable to go insane without company, and rely too heavily on the three pronged crutch of booze, gambling and porn to see him through.&nbsp; His over-riding feeling before she handed him her keys was that he was circling the drain.&nbsp; And she had pulled him out by the scruff of his neck.&nbsp; Again.<br><br>He nodded contritely as she listed her instructions, that also felt like orders, but he shrugged this errant thought away.&nbsp; <br><br>"I remember where you live Annabel, and for the five hundredth time today, thank you... Thank you so much...", though his face expressed more gratitude than he could even have expressed with words.<br><br>As he left the station an odd thought occurred to Ewan, one that he had no reason or right to think.&nbsp; <em>What if she wants to be paid another way</em>?&nbsp; At that point Ewan realized that he would do anything to show Annabel how much her kindness had meant to him, and he was going to start by making her dinner that very evening.<br><br>He leapt into his car, the happiest he had felt for a long, long time, and sped away to begin his painful move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 00:58:14</strong>
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				"You are welcome Ewan. Drive carefully."<br><br>She said before he disappeared from sight. Next she had to deal with the disaster of informing Ian of Ewan's sudden illness. She entered his office slowly to break him the bad news with only one minutes before Ewan had meant to go live on air. Instead Annabel had been pushed into the chair, head phone and a mic but on her head. She spent fifteen minutes staring at a black mic pressing against her lips as she some how managed to talk her way through the write up she herself had wrote up. <br><br>It was the most nerve wracking time of her life so far and she had hated every moment of it. She felt even worse not half hour later when she would be filling Ewan's role until he returned as well as her own role in the work place if Ewan was to keep his job. Seven hours later as Annabell got into her car she practically collapsed into the seat and hoped Ewan's day had gone far better than her's had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 10:08:20</strong>
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				Speeding away from the station Ewan became possessed by a wonderful feeling of exhileration.&nbsp; From the depths of despair she had dragged him up and now had provided him with a place to stay too!&nbsp; The pain of his divorce and apparent eviction was too strong to subside entirely, but Ewan knew that he had to play with every feeling of happiness or joy that he encountered, and to stretch them out for as long as possible.<br><br>He crashed through the house like a whirlwind, gathering his most important possessions together, and for the what seemed like the first time he managed to ignore each and every one of Michelle's barbed insults and curses as they flew over his head like errant missiles.&nbsp; He gathered his clothes, laptop, hi-fi, toiletries, and on a whim his secret stash of porn, and high-tailed it out of their, leaving Michelle bemused and dumbstruck.&nbsp; By God, that had felt good!&nbsp; "I'm going to stay with a friend!", he yelled over his shoulder, before slamming the door behind him.&nbsp; He had assumed a cheery vivacity as he boomed and blundered around the old house, leaving her with the impression that he wasn't quite as defeated as she thought he was, even though it was mostly an act.<br><br>On the way to Annabel's Ewan decided to stop off at the local mall.&nbsp; She had been so kind to him, he had to grab her a little something to show her his gratitude.&nbsp; Whilst adhering to his tight budget he picked up a bunch of flowers, a box of chocolates and a bottle of wine.&nbsp; He was aware of the cliched romantic conotations these gifts held, but he didn't care.&nbsp; He was sure she would enjoy them all the same.&nbsp; Not being much of a wine drinker, he grabbed a six pack of beer for himself and the ingredients for his famed chicken and mushroom stoganoff, to welcome her home with a hearty meal.<br><br>Ewan's heart had always been in the righ place, but his track record when it came to these 'thoughtful' gestures was not the best.&nbsp; He almost always got asomething wrong, and it was these lapses that had contributed to the downfall of his marriage to Michelle.<br>He arrived at Annabel's place around midday and unloaded his car.&nbsp; He found his guestroom, and set out his things.&nbsp; After showering, he flicked on the internet and ordered a small fridge and bed, with a bedside lamp and desk completing the ensemble.<br><br>By the time he had completed all of this, it was 2pm, and there was yet three hours before Annabel would be due home.&nbsp; Fearing the onset of boredom and reflection, Ewan cracked open his first beer and started clattering around the kitchen.&nbsp; He prepared all of his ingredients, pulled them all together into Annabel's best pyrex dish and popped the stroganoff into the oven to bake.<br><br>Content with his efforts he grabbed another two cans and settled himself on her luscious cream leather couch and flicked on the tv.&nbsp; Within the hour he had made his way through most of the six pack and was snoring loudly, his sixth and final can dropping out of his relaxed hand and coming to rest upside down on her couch, emptying it's last few drops onto her expensive leather.<br><br>Around 5pm Ewan came to, his fuzzy head taking an age to clear itself of his deep slumber.&nbsp; The noise of the fire alarm reached through to him and all of a sudden he was alert.&nbsp; Crashing into the kitchen Ewan turned off the oven and retrieved the charred remains of their meal.&nbsp; "%$*&amp;" he bellowed, cursing his luck and general sloppyness once again.&nbsp; <em>Way to make a first impression dingbat</em>, he chastised himself mentally.&nbsp; Looking at the clock he realised that she would be home any minute now, and his heart sunk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 14:29:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg156/Crystal_Shar/2966461aaa.jpg)<br><br>Annabell had thankfully enjoyed the ride home. She had her music on full blast as well as the air conditioning. She pulled free the clip that had been holding her air up in place all day. By the time she had got home she was feeling much better and she almost looked forward to having someone to come home to. Until that was when she pulled into her drive and saw the plumes of smoke quickly escaping from what ever was burning within that all the relation she had managed to create was quickly gone..<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg156/Crystal_Shar/1273952945_MyUKBreak_TheOaksmyUKbreakRydeSouthEast.jpg)&nbsp; <br><br>She practically jumped from ehr car and only just remembered to lock the doors and set the alarm as she ran into her house and heard the sound of the fire alarm beeping for her urgent attention. She could see no orange and red flames so she reached up and turned the alarm off as she felt like screaming.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"EWAN?!? ARE YOU ALIVE IN THIS SMOG?"<br><br>She found him stood in th kitchen with a the contents of something she had once hoped was actually edible. She shook her head firmly as she walked to the kitchen patios doors and opened them widely trying to get the smoke out of the house as quickly as possible. She moved into the living room without saying anything to him after that for her gaze to settle on the five bottles of beer along her floor and then the sixth was bottom up resting between her couch cushions. She hoped to good it was empty but as she walked over and pulled it upwards she was greeted by a large wet patch and some drop lets of the ale dropping onto her skirt. Obviously they needed more ground rules. She collected the bottles up and stormed back into the kitchen only just preventing herself from slamming the green bottles on her kitchen counters. <br><br>"Please do explain to me......"<br><br>She said holding the last bottle up in a firm grip...<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 14:56:35</strong>
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				(http://File:4073593769 8a923de4a7.jpg)<br><br>Everything had happened so quickly, and Ewan was still trying to clear his head.&nbsp; Inhaling lungfuls of smoke was certainly not helping him at this point.&nbsp; He nearly jumped out of his skin as Annabel rushed through, opening the kitchen door with an unamused scowl written large on her face.<br><br>Ewan had never seen Annabel like this.&nbsp; Hitherto he had only ever inspired tender feelings from her, but in the space of one afternoon, he had brought out a stern and wrathful side to her that he previously hadn't known had existed.&nbsp; He gulped as she silently strode into the living room, trying to control her temper and only finding it rising with each passing second.<br><br>As she stormed back into the kitchen with his lunchtime debris Ewan chastised himself for being such a fool, for rewarding her kindness with such slovenliness.<br><br>He stammered in reply, "I-I-I o-only wanted to cook you some dinner Annabel... as a thank you...", cringing as she squeezed the neck of the bottle in her palm until he could see white flecks on her knuckles.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 15:02:16</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/4073593769_8a923de4a7.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 22:04:53</strong>
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				She placed the bottle down slowly before she managed to smash it and add a cut of two to her hand or wrists. She smiled and took a deep cleansing breath at his intentions at least. She beleived him on that for as long as she had known Ewan he had never been one to destroy on purpose. <br><br>"So then, next question...what happened in between putting that the the oven..and this?"<br><br>She lifted both hands up into the smoky atmosphere to indicate clearly what she meant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 23:18:07</strong>
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				"Well, like I said, I wanted to surprise you and cook dinner for when you came home. I put the stroganoff in the oven and left it to bake.", he started, but was unsure how to progress without infuriating her.&nbsp; Instead of continuing, he offered her the gifts he purchased, quickly adding "and I bought these for you too...", blushing ever so slightly.<br><br>"I had also bought some wine as I know you like it, but as I do not I purchased some beer.&nbsp; I just started drinking too early I suppose.&nbsp; I needed something to distract himself", he trailed off, realizing how pathetic he sounded.<br><br>He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, waiting for her reply, racked with worry that she was going to have second thoughts, withdraw her offer and tell him to find a hotel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 00:11:36</strong>
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				She listened quietly and nodded her head several times in a row to show she understood. She glanced down at the gifts he had bought her and the smile widened. Part of her did wonder though that if this was the first day how would her house be tomorrow. She hoped it was simply nerves that triggered this. After all he had , had a rough day.<br><br>"Thank you for your gifts Ewan, they are certainly welcome. I suggest next time though you use the oven alarm to alert you when the food is cooked. You set it for as many minutes as the food needs cooking. It is almost as loud as the fire alarm. One more rule..no drinking alcohol until after working hours. Alright?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 10:33:18</strong>
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				Ewan nodded sheelipshly, accepting her advice, and for want of a better word, her rules.&nbsp; It was a strange sensation, as she had stood there, accepting his apology, and then basically lecturing him.&nbsp; The words that she had used, <em>rule... suggest... Alright?</em> These had all been delivered in a very succinct and controlled manner.&nbsp; Annabel was addressing him in a way that she never had before.&nbsp; And her eyes had captivated him again, just as they had back at the station.&nbsp; He had never before today realised how <em>strong</em> she was.<br><br>That aside, she made good sense, and the no drinking until evening rule could only help him.&nbsp; "Ok Annabel, and I am sorry, I truly am...".<br><br>Ewan suggested that maybe they ordered takeaway, and they whiled away the rest of the evening in front of the tv, chatting idly and polishing off Annabel's wine, before each making their way to their respective rooms shortly after 10pm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 13:42:10</strong>
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				Annabell enjoyed the take away especially seen as she very rarely had one. and the company was pleasing. She felt a little more comfortable in the house that night as she slept well. She woke up very early the next morning seen as she now had two jobs to actually manage. She got showered and dressed. She left a small note on the fridge asking Ewan to pick up a few items from the supermarket and to clean up the mess. She added a side not for him to put the glass bottles in the recycling box and that she would see him about half five that evening. <br><br>She felt a lot more optimistic about the day ahead even if she was having to start a hour earlier than normal. She hoped his second day would go well and that she would return home to calmness and the kitchen looking far better than it had been when she left. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:58:50</strong>
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				Ewan heard the sounds of Annabel rising and readying herself for her working day.&nbsp; He felt a moment of pity for her, but then this was subdued by a rampaging headache, the result of yesterdays drinking escapades.&nbsp; <em>Never mix beer and wine!</em> he inwardly chastised himself.&nbsp; He pondered whether or not to get up and make her a coffee, but his head told him to remain where he was.&nbsp; <br><br>Ewan took his first day of leave as the perfect chance to catch up on some sleep, and slept in until nearly midday.&nbsp; He felt refreshed and revitalised when he finally arose, and decided to go for a walk as it was such a beautiful day.&nbsp; He found her note, and folded it into his back pocket.&nbsp; He had only a £20 note that she had given him for the shopping, as they had discussed it last night and he admitted to spending the last of his money on her gifts and the dinner ingredients, and he wouldn't have anymore until two days time, especially as his credit cards had all been blocked.&nbsp; Ah, but it made him feel worthless.&nbsp; He grabbed the bottles into a bag and dumped them in the recycling, but decided he would sort the kitchen out when he returned.<br><br>Ewan strolled slowly into town.&nbsp; He was but a few shop fronts away from the local supermarket when his eyes fell upon the local bookmakers.&nbsp; In a defeated funk, he strolled through it's doors, feeling the world weighing on his shoulders.&nbsp; He knew that he shouldn't, but it was as if he had been pre-programmed to fail and let down those who loved him most.&nbsp; It was an up and down afternoon, but he was on the verge of breaking even, leaving Annabel's £20 still intact and allowing him to get the shopping.&nbsp; But on the last dog race, he lost it all.<br><br>Wallowing in self pity, Ewan left the shop at 6pm.&nbsp; He had delayed as much as he could, not wishing to unveil himself to her fury, but eventually he had no choice as they kicked him out.&nbsp; <em>I might have to get used to that today,</em> he pondered, and started the slow walk home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 20:45:10</strong>
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				The day had not gone well for Annnabell. She had arrived early, got the news ready and did the radio part but constantly had Ian breathing down ehr enck even throughout her lunch hour speak up and her lunch break. There was major news of some super stars birth of triplets and how she may not of been faithful during the lead up to the babies conception. She was kept working until seven pm. She was not worried when she approached the house which was still in darkness. When she opened the front door and heard no sound from any where she assumed Ewan must of gone to a friends house. When she switched on the lights in the kitchen and saw it still in the same state as she ahd left it she screamed in frustration. She slammed her car keys and home keys down and cleaned up th mess. That took her until half passed nine.<br><br>Her stomach growled out it's frustration and she ate a baked potato with baked beans and cheese for tea. She was feeling exhausted after her early start and late finish but her worry was growing more as time ticked by and Ewan did not return. The note had gone from the fridge as had her money that she had left.<br><br>At half passed eleven just as he finally showed up she was ready to call the police in case he was in a accident. She saw he was completely bag less and item less. She saw that all too familiar look on his face when he had lost something or more rightly fully at something.<br><br>She tried to keep calm and took a slow breath when he was in front of her.<br><br>"Have a busy day Ewan?"<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 21:19:58</strong>
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				Full of fear and remorse, Ewan had taken a decidedly long walk home.&nbsp; It had encompassed the local park where he had watched the pretty professionals jogging away their stresses and strains, his previous local, situated more that four miles from Annabel's and within which he bumped into a group of old friends who took pity on their fallen comrade and plied him with beer, and than a drinking son interrupted stroll for the final four miles.&nbsp; He was certainly feeling less afraid as tghe beer bolstered his flagging spirit.<br><br>He reflected as he sobered up on his walk back to Annabel's.&nbsp; Why was he acting out like this, and pushing her buttons.&nbsp; What did he expect to happen?&nbsp; Of course he did not wish to be turfed out onto the street.&nbsp; Why was he so sorely testing her?&nbsp; Had he enjoyed it when she chastised him?&nbsp; Was he acting up so she would go after him again.&nbsp; He had certainly felt a flutter in his heart and in his loins when those beautiful eyes had narrowed and she looked like she was losing control.&nbsp; The thing was, he did not know where the edge was.&nbsp; He was pushing her, and he didn't actually know what would happen when she fell.<br><br>He opened the gate quietly, hoping that she had given up at him and headed to bed.&nbsp; Creeping up the path, he approached the door and slid the key in the lock, at the fourth attempt finding it.<br><br>He jumped, startled as she walked into the darkened living room from the kitchen. <em> Damn it!</em> he thought.&nbsp; Ewan proceeded to relate the days event to Annabel, not sparing any of the details.&nbsp; His bravado was failing him, and a feeling of doom gripped his soul.
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 14:49:15</strong>
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				She drew closer as she listened to the story of his day. She could not believe it. Here she was trying to keep him from losing his job by working all the hours she could, provided a roof over his head and kept him from the streets and here he was gambling away her money and spending his evening drinking in the park as if he was some kind of teenager once more. Her eyes narrowed on him especially when she could smell the strong flavour of alcohol on his breath. <br><br>She gripped the side of the kitchen table firmly between her fingers.<br><br>"Are you just simply trying your hardest to push yourself out of my life or me out of yours because you know there is a much easier way to do this than what you are currently doing now which is probably going to end up with me having grey hair and losing both my and your jobs at the same time. If you are going to stay here Ewan you keep to my rules, you clean up the mess you make and you certainly do not under any circumstances go out and gamble away my hard earned cash on a horse, or a dog or hell even a emu that has three legs. If you wish to do what ever pops into that head of yours then you find a bed and breakfast or a hotel and do what you wish. You want to stay here the rules are going to be followed. So what is your decision?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 16:18:32</strong>
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				Ewan was frozen by her cold and disappointed stare.&nbsp; Why had he done this? he asked himself once again.&nbsp; Her tense and coiled stance at once sobered his brain, and he listened intently as she spat her words at him furiously.&nbsp; Ewan looked to the floor, to avoid there unremitting and intense glare.<br><br>"I'm so sorry Annabel.&nbsp; I am not trying to push you from my life, or be pushed from yours... I just seem unable to control myself at the moment.", Ewan stammered, not sure where he was going with his defence.&nbsp; He proceeded to talk aloud the thoughts in his brain, his mildly inebriated state not allowing him to review the words until they had all issued forth.&nbsp; <br><br>"You are the only good thing in my life now Annabel, and it would kill me to lose you.&nbsp; I could find another roof over my head one way or the other, but I could not find another such as you.&nbsp; I adore you.&nbsp; When you look at me, I weaken.&nbsp; Tell me what you want from me, your wish is my command and I will do whatever it takes to not be cast from your life.&nbsp; I will do whatever you want, whatever you ask of me Annabel... I will cook, I will clean, and I will cut back the drinking and stop the gambling, I promise... Just please, please do not abandon me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 20:23:26</strong>
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				He was obviously extremely drunk with the words that flowed from his mouth and seen as his inability to control himself so far had been his undoing she decided that she should at least try and give him another chance. He had no where else to go after all and she knew if left up to his own devices the situation he was creating for himself would spiral out of control.<br><br>"Go to bed, sleep and we shall talk tomorrow evening when I get back from keeping both our jobs. I shall leave another twenty pound for you to get the items we need tomorrow and I would like to return home to a warm meal. Sleep well Ewan good night."<br><br>With that she quickly turned and walked out of her kitchen and into her bedroom. She collapsed on the bed and instantly fell asleep. She was already dreading the next evening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 12:04:35</strong>
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				When Ewan awoke the next morning it was as if a light had finally, ever so slowly glowed to brightness in his brain.&nbsp; He lay there for half an hour, going over what had transpired over the previous two days.&nbsp; He had acted like a complete and utter ass, and he knew that there was only one way that he was going to make things right and pull himself out of his doomed spiral.&nbsp; He decided that he was going to do each and every thing that she requested of him, obeying her instructions to the letter.<br><br>The thing with Ewan was that when he proactively decided to do something, he dedicated himself to it witha real vigour and commitment.&nbsp; He leapt out of bed, showered himself and made his way downstairs for breakfast.&nbsp; He ate quickly, devouring two boiled eggs with toasts and washing it down with two cups of strong coffee.&nbsp; He realised he was going to need some real sustenance if he was going to carry out all of his intentions, so he also ate a banana and a yoghurt.&nbsp; Feeling beautifully refreshed and invigorated, Ewan went to work on the kitchen, washing up, wiping all of the surfaces and cupboards down, cleaning the cooker and mopping the floor.&nbsp; He then proceeded to hoover the house, and then scrubbed the bathroom from top to bottom.&nbsp; This had taken him the whole morning to complete, so he quickly made himself a sandwich, and grabbing the £20 note he marched to the shops, eating it as he went.&nbsp; Already he was feeling so much better about himself, and looked forward to observng that beautiful smile return to her face when she came home.&nbsp; Ewan shopped carefully, concentrating on the things Annabel liked, and trying to buy the healthy versions of produce as opposed to his usual choices, her influence benefitting him from afar.<br><br>Ewan made his way straight back to the house, not becoming distracted by any of his usual diversions.<br><br>Painstakingly and laboriously, Ewan made a healthy chicken stew and left it to slow cook for the afternoon.&nbsp; With two hours to go before Annabels advent he went on to the garden to&nbsp; the grass and trim the hedges.&nbsp; As a final thought he flashed around the house with a duster and some polish, sprucing the place up and leaving it smelling wonderfully fragrant for the added wow factor when she returned.<br><br>With all of his alloted tasks complete Ewan showered once again, worrying the smell of his perspiration might overpower his good work!<br><br>Knowing that it was but five minutes until his dear friends advent, he made upstairs to run her a bubble bath, and slowly stepped down the stairs to meet her as he heard her key snake into the lock.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 14:23:15</strong>
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				That night Annabell had dreamed of driving home and finding the house on fire, it some how being turned into a horse track or even worse Ewan had opened the house to any and all of his friends from gambling and drinking circles. She slept badly but still was up at five am to shower and prepare for work. She was glad that Ewan was still asleep because she always had a fouler temper when she had not slept well. <br><br>The start of work had not been great either. She grabbed breakfast on the way in but never actually got time to eat the lovely smelling waffles and blueberries. Ian jumped on her as soon as she appeared in her office with three stories to prepare for in a hours time when once again she would be on air. She had made a tiny typo and unfortunately did not catch it when she read it allowed. Thankfully it was not a swear word or she would have been in serious trouble but it was enough for Ian to be breathing down her neck for the rest of the day. She was running around as if her rear had been set on fire and she had currently another ten days of this. Well six if she managed to get any days off at all.<br><br>She drove home slowly as she was trying to put it off as much as possible. She did not wish to have any of her nightmares come true. She was quite happy to see that at least her house was in one piece when she got in. She leaned heavily against the door as she turned the key in the lock she took a deep breath and opened the door. She opened it ajar before she opened it fully and saw Ewan at the end of her stairs. She inhaled deeply and could not smell any smoke. In fact there was a lovely scent of nicely cooking chicken coming from her kitchen. She reached down and pinched her arm just in case she had managed to fall asleep at the wheel. She winced and then smiled to him warmly as she closed the door behind her and entered her home. The stress began to fade away.<br><br>"I hope you have had a good day Ewan, it certainly smells like it at least."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 14:50:17</strong>
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				"I've had a great day thank you, Annabel" Ewan chirped happily, a smile on his face, pleased to see her return and the smile return to her face.&nbsp; "I've cooked, cleaned, done a bit on the garden and shopped too.&nbsp; And strangely, I enjoyed it all tremendously."<br><br>Ewan continued, "I thought about what you said to me last night Annabel, and I repeat what I said then.&nbsp; It wasn't just the drink talking, I meant every word that I said.&nbsp; I just want to make you happy.&nbsp; You have saved me from entirely capitulating and I do not know how I can ever repay you.&nbsp; It felt yesterday as if you were giving me an ultimatum, and that threat hanging over me has stung me into action.&nbsp; I have decided that I will do anything that you want of me.&nbsp; I only want you to be happy...", he trailed off, not sure what else to say.<br><br>"I have run a bath for you to soak away what looks to have been another hard and stressful day.&nbsp; Go up and soak your cares away, and call me if there is anything you want.&nbsp; Dinner should be ready in an hour or so and then we have the entire evening before us!".
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				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 21:41:37</strong>
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				Annabel smiled at the brightness in his voice that had been missing for a long time now as well as the glow to his face and the shine in his eyes. As she passed she leaned in gently to kiss him on the cheek in a chaste manner but at the same time to inhale his scent in case he had actually been drinking again.&nbsp; Her lips brushed softly against his cheek before she walked into the living room to drop her coat and bag on the couch for now. <br><br>"Well I am glad to hear that I have managed to spurn you into action..now do you think Imay ahve inspired you enough to return to work before Ian decides to bend me over his desk again and give me a metaphorical screw again? "<br><br>She smiled though there was a edge to her voice at the mention of Ian even though she had been the one to bring it up. <br><br>"That bath certainly sounds like a wonderful idea..at this rate I may ask you for a foot and shoulder massage if you are any good at them at all?"<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 21:57:05</strong>
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				Ewan took a quick breath in as his beautiful friend leant in to kiss him softly on the cheek.&nbsp; He didn't guess that she held an ulterior motive, and accepted her advance happily.<br><br>He could tell that she was already in a better mood as she planted the thought into his brain of her beig fucked over a desk.&nbsp; he arther didn't like to imagine Ian doing it, but it was a tantalising thought all the same.<br><br>"Well... maybe sooner than two weeks but not quite yet Annabel.&nbsp; I feel better today, but it might be best to see how I progress over the next few days first."<br><br>Ewan had always been a very sexually active man.&nbsp; His sex drive was part of what had pushed Michelle away from him.&nbsp; He had had a daily need for sexual congress, whilst her desires were definitively less frequent.&nbsp; During the last few weeks as his world had fallen down around his ears, he was the exact opposite, feeling no desire for gratification at all.&nbsp; This was until tonight.&nbsp; Firstly Annabel had laid that incredible image before him, and now she was requesting not only a shoulder massage, but a foot massage too?!&nbsp; Ewan's cock hardened uncomfortably in his levi's.&nbsp; He had always hoped that one day a pair of jeans might be invented that could accomodate this particular problem somewhat better, but to his knowledge this had not yet occured.&nbsp; Ewan held a deep penchant for pampering womens feet, whether it was a light foot rub, or worshipping them with his mouth.&nbsp; The thought of holding Annabel's pretty feet in his hands made him glow with pleasure.<br><br>In replying to her request, Ewan tried to hold back the desire in his voice, but failed miserably.&nbsp; "Yes of course Annabel.&nbsp; Anything to make you feel good, I mean, better, um, relaxed, and such...", he stammered as a deep rouge settled over his features.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 23:58:56</strong>
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				She had not smelt any lingering after smell of alcohol on his breath and nor on his clothing or body from what she could tell. She turned to face him as she was heading towards the stairs. She was already pulling the blouse she had been wearing from beneath the hem of her skirt. For a moment he would be able to see the smooth and slightly defined skin of her stomach and higher hips when the skirt was pulled away from her body. A brief teasing image of the black lace panties were perhaps noted before her skirt covered her body up from his eyes. She unclipped her hair so that it fell about her shoulders and down her back in uneven folds. <br><br>"Are you alright Ewan, your not coming down poorly are you?"<br><br>She said playfully as she lifted the palm of her hand to his forehead then stepped around him and walked to the stairs finally.<br><br>"Well if your good at giving them you shall certainly not hear any complaints from me. Now would it be easier for you to give them after the bath , before ot after tea? You could actually give them to me during the bath itself but I doubt you would feel too comfortable with that."<br><br>As she placed her hand on the banister she thought she could see the distinct bulge of his arousal pressing against his trousers. Previous feeling she had felt suddenly washed over her. Feelings she had been pushing down since they had first met and he had been out of bounds..but now he wasn't..he was very much available if they both desired that..and certainly something appeared to have got him going. <br><br>"Or perhaps you would..."<br><br>She said seductively as she reached one hand down along her stockinged leg and pealled off the slim heeled shoe she had been wearing. She tossed the first carefully to him making sure the heel didnot catch his face then tossed the second.<br><br>"They go in the closet where the coats do on the floor..if you would not mind of course Ewan."<br><br>Before he could verbally respond she made her way up the stairs and towards the bath room, stripping on her way and throwing the items into the clothes basket in the corner of the bathroom once she got there.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 00:47:10</strong>
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				Ewan stared down at Annabel, growing ever more enchanted and excited with each passing second.&nbsp; In these past weeks it had only beed her hauntingly beautiful eyes that held any power over him, but in little more than two minutes with a choice phrase and a cheeky request, she had reduced him to a horny and desperate wreck&nbsp; "Get a hold of yourself man!", he chastised himself inwardly, certain that her choice of words had been innocent and not laden with innuendo.&nbsp; The sight of the soft skin of her stomach and hips along with the briefest flash of black lace from below made Ewan feel weak at the knees.&nbsp; What was this Goddess appearing before him, as her hair flowed down behind her, dancing before his eyes.<br><br>He held his breath as she placed her hand on his forehead, teasing him again.&nbsp; "N-n-no A-annabel.&nbsp; I feel great, really I do.&nbsp; And I have been told I have magic hands, so I would love to use them for your benefit", he babbled uncontrollably, almost not believing the nonsense that was spewing forth from his mouth.<br><br>Ewan hesitated as Annabel gave him his choices.&nbsp; He wanted to be a gentleman, but then again, he really really didn't too.&nbsp; His face flashed with crimson as she noticed the insistent and uncomfortable but pleasant bulge in his trousers.&nbsp; The mere thought of holding her delicate feet in his hands was starting to give him all sorts of problems.&nbsp; Ewan stood transfixed as she slowly and alluringly slid her hand down her toned calf, and pulled of her shoe. <strong> Does she realize what she is doing to me here?</strong>&nbsp; he pondered nervously.&nbsp; As she casually through her shoes to him he caught them clumsily in his arms, one after the other, and he summised that she knew exactly what she was doing.&nbsp; He was rapt and enchanted, and stared without abandon or shame as she slowly made her way up the stairs, pulling her clothes from her as she went.<br><br>"Of... course... I don't... mind......... A-annabel...", he murmured, holding her left shoe to his face and breathing it in deeply.&nbsp; Ewan padded to the closet, and placed her pretty little black pumps tidily on the floor beneath the coats.<br><br>Ewan stood still for a moment, quite unable to believe what had just transpassed.&nbsp; He closed his eyes and imaging her unclipping her bra, her beautiful breasts falling loose, and then pulling down those black lacy panties, standing there naked before submerging her lithe, wonderful body within the bubbles.<br><br>Ewan decided that he wouldn't mind massaging her feet and shoulders right now, as she lay soaking in the bath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 01:15:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Annabell slipped out of the lace panties and pushed them into the clothes basket and then followed the matching bra. Her medium sized breasts dropping slightly as the support of the bra was removed but they were still firm and perky. She inhaled the sweet scent of the oils that had been poured into the water and felt even more relaxed than she had before. While she was waiting for Ewan to decide when he would give her the massage she lit a few candles that had already been dotted about the bath from her previous single relaxation nights.&nbsp; Once the lighting met her standards she placed one foot into the water and then slowly slid in until she was covered along most of her frame. She deliberatly though slipped her feet up at one end of the bath so that they rested on the edge of the bath should he decide to enter now.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg156/Crystal_Shar/Bathroomwithcandles.jpg)<br><br>Water slowly trickled along the base of her feet. She skimmed the bubbles along the surface of the water until her breasts were covered from sight as well as her pubic area. Her hair hung over the edge of the bath almost touching the floor as she settled into the strong base and listened intently to see if she would hear him come up the stairs. She wondered if he at all knew what sort of effect he had always had on her since their first meeting. That she had left that first meeting with her dark panties creamed by her arousal and she had spent the evening in this very tub stroking her aching lips until she emerged from the chilled water wrinkled, cold but more aroused than she had entered. <br><br>She had never actually allowed herself to after that night imagine anything such as this happening. She just hoped that he did not get the idea of this being romantic. Instead she hoped he read it as she meant which was to relax her even further. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 01:41:45</strong>
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				Ewan padded his way up the stairs, making sure that his tread was heavy so she would hear his approach and prepare to protect her modesty.&nbsp; He had never in a million years imagined that she had this cheeky side to her.&nbsp; The way she had teased him as she had slunk up the stair, it boggled him mind.<br><br>Ewan knocked gently on the door before entering, not waiting for her reply."Soo... would madam like me to start with her tense shoulders? Or... or... her (gulping) pretty feet?", he said, playing this strange situation as cooly as he could.&nbsp; Again his eyes were transfixed on her feet, enjoying watching the droplets of water running down her toes.<br><br>Ewan entered and washed his hands under warm water in the sink basin.&nbsp; "So madam... What will it be?".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 17:09:17</strong>
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				She heard him come up the stairs, his movements far heavier than normal and she assumed was done on purpose. She was thankful of such as it showed he was thinking of preparing her. She laughed as she heard his words and made her feel slightly odd. She noticed his gaze setteling on ehr feet and playfully wriggled them at him teasingly causing a few more droplets of water to skim along her bare skin.<br><br>She was tempted to ask him to attend her feet first but she decided to torment him slightly as she sat further up the bath freeing her shoulders from the baths surface.<br><br>"I would like you to deal with the tense shoulders first of all please."<br><br>She wriggled her shoulders slightly as she made herself comfortable and waited for him to begin. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 15:44:22</strong>
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				Ewan worked the soap all over his hand, enjoying the anticipation as he imagined her beautiful body lying tantalisingly beneath the bubbles.&nbsp; When he was sure that his hands were fully warmed and as such unlikely to shock her warm moist skin, he knelt down behind her, feeling a little pang of disappointment as her luscious feet danced teasingly for him before disappearing below the surface.<br><br><strong>Good things come to those who wait</strong>, he mused, his erection becoming ever more insistent as it painfully caught in his restrictive jeans.<br><br>Ewan began by slowly and deliberately sweeping her long, lustrous hair to the side and placed his hands softly on her shoulders, as a pure unadulterated lust gripped him violently.&nbsp; He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, enjoying the various floral scents which refreshed his nostrils.&nbsp; Licking his lips Ewan increased the pressure in his fingers and began to knead her shoulders firmly, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin as the candles flickered tempestuously.&nbsp; He gradually worked his hands inwards, his thumbs swirling in opposing circles as he rubbed her tense shoulders.&nbsp; Her sigh and closed eyes told Ewan that his gentle ministrations were being well received.&nbsp; The urge to press his lips to her neck was overwhelming, but however intimate their evening felt, he was certain that such a move would be met with great disapproval and he would be evicted and denied this pleasant experience.<br><br>Ewan's thumbs slid up and down the nape of her neck, a part of Annabel's anatomy that Ewan hadn't previously noticed, but one which now garnered a rapt attention from him now.<br><br>"How does that feel Annabel?" he murmured seeking approval.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 16:37:17</strong>
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				The heat of the water and the feel of his hands against her skin brought her great comfort. The tension of the last few days started to ebb away as he seemed to drain it from her with every press of his fingers and thumbs to her shoulders.<br><br>She moaned as she felt his fingers brush along the back of her neck. She shifted her body so that more of her back was out of the water and exposed to his almost divine hands. <br><br>"Hmm perhaps you are in the wrong line of work Ewan..I would pay a lot of money for massages like this any day of the week."<br><br>Her hands grasped the sides of the bath as her eyes closed and she slumped forward into the water a little as she almost appeared to melt before him in to a substance as liquid as the water that currently surrounded her. <br><br>"How long have you kept this talent hidden from me and now I am rather curious on what other secrets and talents you have kept hidden from me for all this time."<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 01:09:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of her melting under the work of his hands delighted Ewan.&nbsp; He was wracked with an overwhelming desire for her, very conscious that he was knelt beside her beautiful naked body, modestly covered by bubbles as it was.&nbsp; His erection became ever more urgent as she sighed and moaned at his firm but soft carresses.<br><br>He smiled as she unveiled more of herself to him, reacting well to his touch. Ewan's hands slid down her slick, wet and smooth back, his thumbs running either side of her spine.&nbsp; Withough waiting for the invitation, Ewan submerged his hands so he could get to grips with the small of her back, just above her buttocks.&nbsp; It was quite amazing how natural this felt. He thought that he would be more self-conscious and embarrassed, but he had responded to all of her requests with obedience and was essentially now worshipping her.<br><br>Ewan smiled at her compliments as his hands climbed slowly up her back and out of the water before reaching for theexfoliating scrub and rubbing a generous amount into her now ultra relaxed back.<br><br>"My talents, as you so nicely put them, only stem from wanting to give pleasure Annabel.&nbsp; I will let your mind wander as to what other forms they may take, but suffice to say they are born from an unselfish, erm, physical attitude".&nbsp; Though confidently stated, Ewan felt a little more embarrassed at this turn of conversation, and a red hue adorned his features.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 20:55:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Annabell smiled warmly at the touches though her eyes were closed. She could feel the stress dissolving away into the water around her and certainly felt a lot better than she had for a while. Her shoulders were lower than they had been before as if they had some how been deflated&nbsp; and a very pleasant sounding groan left her mouth as she felt his hands work down along her back, spreading the welcome touches along her back. Even thought hey were not sexually intimate touches they were certainly causing her to become highly aroused and his open comment about what his other talents may be left her curious and eager to find out more but all in good time. <br><br>She leaned slightly further forward in the water as she felt his hands dip below the surface. She was quite surprised when not long later she could feel him place a warm liquid on her back and as he stroked and rubbed it into her body she could feel the grains of the seed used rub into her skin. Certainly no one had done that to ehr before but it was a interesting mix of scratching along a itch she did not know was there and feeling her back being fully cleasned for the first time.<br><br>"So where did you learn these talents? Any where in particular or just over time and practice?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 19:33:48</strong>
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				Ewan blushed lightly at the rememberance.&nbsp; He thought that these stories would go with him to the grave, but he realized that he was going to tell her, though he did not quite no why.&nbsp; Her behaviour had entranced him this evening, and he was literally eating out of her hand.<br><br>"Well, it all comes from Michelle really...", he started, unsure quite how to continue.&nbsp; Eventually, "She was quite an assertive character, and really new how to take what she wanted.&nbsp; I guess in a way she trained me.&nbsp; It started with things like this, sensual back rubs when she bathed, the odd foot massage, and then requesting that I dry her hair and rub cream into her entire body before we fell into bed..."<br><br>Ewan hesitated again.&nbsp; Already this was a rather emascalating image he was painting, and he wasn't sure he could tell the rest, or even that Annabel would want to hear it.<br><br>"And with time, slowly, things progressed...", her whispered as a deep and dark rouge painted his face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 21:48:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She glanced up to him as for a moment he fell silent and she thought she may have pushed the questions too far but it was a red hue of embarrassment rather than anger that had appeared on his cheeks. She lowered her gaze once he started to speak again though this was in hopes that it would make it easier for him to talk rather than not wishing to hear what he was actually saying. Michelle had been sort of training him? Yet had given him up over the matter of children? She was obviously not realizing what she had given up but Annabel was rapidly becoming more curious to find out what else he knew.<br><br>She started to lean back in the tub allowing the water to rinse off the scrub he had so well massaged into her back. She lifted her feet from the water and placed them on the edge of the bath wriggling them silently for him to start paying attention to there instead of her now sealed off back. <br><br>"Things progressed to..?"<br><br>She watched him discreetly as she noticed the darkening of his skin along her cheeks and even the sides of his neck. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 23:23:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ewan felt a nervous thrill surge through his body as he realized he was going to tell her everything.&nbsp; He thought that she would change the subject, but she had appeared to be now hanging on his every word.&nbsp; Before she fully reclined he ran his hand over her back under the water, making sure that the scrub was properly rinsed from her back and would not cause any irritation.<br><br>Without needing further invitation Ewan repositioned himself at the foot of the tub and took her delicate and beautiful foot into his hands which were still lathered nicely from the soap.&nbsp; Working slowly he cupped his hands in an arch over the bridge of her foot, and pushed his thumbs slowly and sensually from the ball of her foot, up and along the curvature of her arch before pushing up to and through her toes, before then pulling over each toe between his thumb and forefinger.&nbsp; Each motion took at least 20 seconds to complete, and then he would start over whilst trying to vary where he would apply pressure to keep as much sensitivity for her as possible.&nbsp; Ewan smiled as he worked, loving every second of pampering her and also enjoying his erection that was now operating at full tilt.<br><br>He couldn't believe quite where he was sat and what he was doing, and especially that it was whilst in his current position that he was going to relate the story which he assumed had died with his relationship.&nbsp; As happy as he currently felt, the beetroot tinge still played on his cheeks as she coerced him into further revelations.<br><br>He went on to narate a tale of bondage, discipline and humiliation.&nbsp; Stories of finding himself tied to a chair dressed in lacy black lingerie and stockings while Michelle experimented on his face with her makeup before riding him brutally where he sat.&nbsp; Stories of being tied naked and spread-eagled on the bed with a cockgag winched to his face for her to enjoy.&nbsp; Tale after tale encompassing binding ropes, breath play, forced foot worship and more spankings than any man should ever have had to endure were related to Annabel's amazed ears, whilst Ewan played distractedly with her pretty little feet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 20:40:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Annabell smiled as she felt Ewan hands make sure her back was clear of the scrub as she settled back into the water before he moved into view of her and started on her first foot. She leaned back so far in the water that only the tips of her shoulders could be seen out of the cooling water. She closed her eyes as she felt those nimble yet firm fingers worked out the tension that had managed to work it's way down to even those small digits. When his thumb and forefinger trapped and worked on her toes she would have to stifle the urge to laugh as the sensation tickled her. <br><br>She listened to him speak and tried to hide her surprise at some of the secrets that were being revealed to her. Certainly not a side she had ever expected to find with Ewan. She could still see the deep hue colour his cheeks as&nbsp; he spoke.<br><br>"Did you enjoy those times, was there anything she did that you did not enjoy?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 23:06:03</strong>
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				Ewan noticed tghat her toes were ultra sensitive as she tensed slightly as he stroked them, so he squeezed them slightly harder to ensure his ministrations were less ticklish to her.<br><br>He listened to her question, quite amused at her eagerness to hear more, and pondered how to continue.<br><br>"To be honest Annabel, I enjoyed pretty much all of it.&nbsp; Of course it was all a little strange at first, but back then she made it all seem so natural.&nbsp; For example, I disliked strap-on play when she first introduced it, but even that came to be fun on many levels.&nbsp; If she used my mouth with it first, I was always turned on enough to not feel to much pain when she bent me over and took me with it...".&nbsp; <br><br>Ewan trailed off, sure that he had gone in to too much shocking detail, and really wished that he had not brought his historical degradation to his friends innocent attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 13:22:14</strong>
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				Annabell smiled to him as she listened to him speak shortly. She wriggled her toes purposefully against his fingers lightly. She could not help but be surprised at how much Ewan had actually revealed to her. Certainly Michelle had trained him well and all that they had done together still made her curious as to why Michelle had ended the relationship after putting so much into it.<br><br>"This is probably going to sound like a very strange question and I hope it causes no offense at all to you Ewna but..you know now that you are single once more why not seek a female to do that to you if you enjoy such ...desires? I am sure it would certainly help you feel better and far more past Michelle."<br><br>She frowned slightly as she mentioned his wife for the first time.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 23:13:21</strong>
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				Ewan was still hypnotized by her prefect feet as they wiggled seductively between his fingers.&nbsp; It was all he could do not to pull them into his mouth, but he was worried that Annabel might become upset at this.&nbsp; His insistent cock still pulsated in his trousers as he related his tale of emasculation as he prostrated himself before her.<br><br>"I don't know Annabel.&nbsp; In my experience it is not often you meet a woman with these kinds of needs.&nbsp; I felt so lucky to have found Michelle, and to have submitted to her, but it took me so long to find her.&nbsp; I guess I don't relieve believe I could find one like her again...", he trailed off disappointedly, the motions of his fingers ceasing entirely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 23:48:12</strong>
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				"I do not recall telling you to stop!"<br><br>Her tone was soft but with a hardened edge to it. A hand lifted up to her mouth slightly. She was quite surprised at the way she reacted to him. Part of her felt that she should be more comforting but that did not appear to be what he needed.&nbsp; She wriggled her toes in front of him purposefully. She lowered her hand back in the water as she waited to see his own reaction. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 10:01:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ewan had become lost in his own little world, appraising the sud dripping from her wiggling toes, dcown the arch of her foot and dripping from her firm heel.&nbsp; He felt entranced, sitting there pensively in his slavish position.<br><br>As she softly but sternly berated him for ceasing his ministrations Ewan came to with a jump, shocked at the severity of her tone.&nbsp; Her suddenly cold and serious eyes held his, and he felt powerless to look away.&nbsp; He had never seen this side to his beautiful friend, and all opf a sudden Ewan considered her in an entirely new light, and the urge to kneel at her feet and bend to her will became an increasingly attractive proposition.&nbsp; Ewan continued his loving devotion to her feet and toes and then decided to test her interest.<br><br>"Annabel..." he murmured softly before licking his lips, "Have you ever had your toes sucked before?".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 14:52:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Annabel was still quite unsure where her words and especially her tone had come from. It had surprised her as much as it had surprised him. but it seemed to jar him out of the brief pity party he had seemingly drawn himself into. She relaxed into the cool water once he started to soothe her feet again. She dropped the one he had been working on into the water and offered him the other. They both became silent as he worked and she relaxed. His question brought her out of her relaxation though did not kill her feeling. <br><br>"No I have not Ewan,,but perhaps you will show me how good that talent is of yours."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 22:38:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Excitement thrilled through Ewan's body as she relaxed again, and gave him the green light to increase his worship of her sweet little feet.&nbsp; Ewan took his time, builing up the anticipation.&nbsp; He took her right leg as she offered it to him, and slid his hands swiftly over her foot.&nbsp; Pulling the dripping foot towards his face, he licked his lips before peppering her heel and ankles with kisses.&nbsp; He ran his hands over the bridge of her foot as he continued to tease her sole with kisses and licks.<br><br>Ewan realized that he had only offered to suck her toes, but he was entirely lost in his own little world, which she had given him a wonderful little push to enter back into. <br><br>Ewan ignored the bitter tasting suds as her wiggling soapy toes pushed insistently between his lips, as he closed his eyes and felt her foot filling his submissive mouth, moaning with pleasure, "mmmmppppphhhhhhhhh....".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 23:49:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could only watch as he brought her own foot up towards his face. She was not exactly sure what to expect. She was not prepared for what was to come. Annabel had always had sensitive feet but she had never found them particularly sensitive in a sexual context. Massages very rarely struck the right cord within her , this was far different. <br><br>The texture of his lips pressing against her skin even lightly caused a odd stirring low in her stomach. She was not sure whether it was the odd elements of sides unknown to them and each other that was being revealed that helped or perhaps it was simply the look of pleasure and almost bliss that was upon his face as he gradually led her up to taking her toes finally into her mouth and began to suckle on them lightly. The sound that came muffled from within indicated this was a extreme turn on for him. That made it a turn on for her as heat began to gather faster in her loins and spread upwards. She closed her eyes and groaned quietly as she for now at least allowed him to do what he wished with her feet but she was starting to form plans. <br><br>As they approached the hour mark within the bath and she felt he had enough time enjoying her feet, she retrieved them from him and smiled.<br><br>"You should go and prepare our food. I shall be down shortly. We shall..discuss matters further then."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 09:04:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ewan was now firmly in his element.&nbsp; On his knees, with a possible dominating and definitely assertive woman so far gently putting him in his place, and with beautiful feet to pamper!&nbsp; He tried not to get his hopes up to much, but naturally his brain was fast forwarding to heavier and even greater pleasures and pains at her hand.<br><br>He just could not believe that he hadn't previously imagined her capable of such actions.&nbsp; She had at times even looked as though she was surprising herself, but it was coming so naturally to Annabel, and Ewan was certain that she was enjoying herself immensely, as she slowly subjugated and subdued the submissive who could formerly have been termed her friend.&nbsp; The goalposts of their relationship were definitely changing at quite a pace, and Ewan could not help but be extremely delighted and excited at the prospect.<br><br>He happily worked away kissing, licking and sucking her feet for almost ten minutes, lost in his little world of adoration, enjoying the picture of humiliation this projected, as she sunk in the path and floated dreamily away.&nbsp; Ewan thought he had never seen Annabel looking so beautiful as she did now.<br><br>As Annabel retieved her feet from his mouth and smiled so seductively at him, Ewan nodded and silently and obediently left the bathroom to prepare their repast, looking forward a little pensively to their little chat.<br><br>He didn't want to take to long as he was sure that she was hungry by now, so he quickly threw some pasta in a pan, and knocked up a quick and basic bolonaise sauce.&nbsp; There was maybe also an ulterior motive for his choice, as he imagined he would enjoy the sight of her sucking the pasta between her pretty lips.<br><br>Ewan then took the liberty of opening a bottle of red wine, poured it into two glasses, and set the table, waiting patiently for her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 15:58:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Annabel washed her hair quickly after Ewan ahd left the bathroom. She emptied the bath and then after blowing all the candles out pulled on a fluffy robe. She moved to her bedroom quickly but quietly as she used the robe to dry herself as much as she could. She walked towards her wardrobe and opened it thoughtfully. She was suddenly a little unsure on what to wear down stairs. There was nothing that would scream to any one that she could possibly be considered as a dominating female. <br><br>She reached into the back and pulled out a corset that fastened up the front. It was racy and not normally her style. She was about to put it back when she sighed and slipping out of the robe she slipped it on. It took her several minutes to fasten it properly but when she looked in the mirror she was happy with the result. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg156/Crystal_Shar/Corset.jpg)<br><br>To follow the corset was a simple pair of black trousers but with dark red ribbon that was looped through small holes running from the hips of the trousers along the out let to her ankles. She started to rummage in the bottom of her wardrobe and selected a pair of shoes to slip onto her&nbsp; relaxed and pampered feet.&nbsp; She wondered if Ewan had a foot fetish did he also have a shoe one?&nbsp; Whether or not he did she choose a shoe that revealed her feet to perhaps frustrating distraction. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg156/Crystal_Shar/41sd3G-e4vL_AA280_.jpg)<br><br>She smiled as she looked in the full length mirror. She dried her hair and brushed it so that it fell freely passed her shoulders and then made her way down stairs. She wore no make up, nor any perfume as the bath water had been scented enough for the smell to linger on her skin and adding any more would have been over the top. <br><br>She smiled as the scent of the food wafted up the stairs and drew her down them in her out fit. She entered the kitchen and looked at the wonderfully set table.<br><br>"I have to say I am very impressed."<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 09:29:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ewan felt a sense of wonderful excitement and anticipation as he heard her soft tread on the carpet above his head.&nbsp; He looked back to the table and wondered if he had forgotten anything.&nbsp; Chastising himself he ran back to her kitchen and rifled through the drawers until he found two candles, which he then placed on the table and lit, before dimming the lights.<br><br>He kept the pasta on a low gas to ensure that it did not burn but would not go cold either.&nbsp; Now all he had to do was wait for her.&nbsp; <br><br>A nervous thrill gripped him as she kept him waiting.&nbsp; To pass the time Ewan appraised himself in the mirror, and was very glad to have done so.&nbsp; His hair was looking scruffy and there was yet some dried saliva in the corner of his mouth. <em> Had he been drooling whilst taking care of her feet?</em> he pondered.&nbsp; He quickly ran to the sink and washed his face and hands, and then returned to the mirror to tidy up his hair.<br><br>When he finally heard noises that sounded like her approach he quickly pulled the pasta and sauce onto two plates and laid them on to the table before she entered the room.<br><br>When she did, the sight that met him astounded him.&nbsp; His friend had disappeared and the apparition that shimmered beautifully before him was as close to the woman of his dreams as he could ever had dared to hope to meet.<br><br>Her corset accentuated her bountiful bust.&nbsp; The trousers though plain black, were made exciting by the naughty thread of red that held them alluringly together, revealing her beautiful legs tantalisingly to him.<br><br>And then there were her shoes.&nbsp; For these alone he almost fell to his knees again, feeling as weak as they were, as they were showcased teasingly to him.<em>&nbsp; She has certainly read me well</em>, Ewan thought wistfully.<br><br>Ewan opened his mouth to respond to her joy at seeing such a beautifully laid out and inviting table, but he just stared agape, shocked mute by the beautiful and daunting figure before him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 11:20:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Annabel could not help but smile to him almost knowingly but certainly inside she was simply playing by here. She had not known what to expect but certainly enjoyed the reaction she was not receiving. He seemed to be left speechless and she was quite sure she had seen his fingers clutch the edge table to keep him held up right. For a brief moment her uncertainty showed briefly in her eyes.<br><br>"Well I hope I at least dress up well."<br><br>She smiled to him as the uncertainty faded and she approached the laid out table but did not take a seat as she waited for him to pull the seat free for her to sit down. It was quite odd in her mind not to simply sit down herself but if this helped him get back on track then she would try and help him as much as she could.<br><br>The pasta and the sauce looked lovely, especially seen as he remembered to sprinkle hers with a little cheese and a touch of pepper. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 22:54:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At first it was all Ewan could do to work his mouth, but as yet he was unable to articulate any sounds.&nbsp; He stared from her twinkling eyes and dazzling smile, slowly looking down from her face to the tight corset, again over the trousers and to her feet.&nbsp; As he did so he missed the flash of uncertainty that came over her, and by the time he drew his gaze up from her feet, along her wonderfully sexy body and back to her eyes she had regained her confident visage.&nbsp; Ewan gripped the back of the chair as he felt his cock harden just from the very sight of her.&nbsp; he had never felt this powerless in his life.<br><br>Eventually he nodded in response to her, whispering at the same time, " Y-y-essss, A-Annabel... You dress up quite... wonderfully....".<br><br>Noticing her waiting for him to wait on her, he paced around the table and pulled her seat out for her, enjoying the fragrant and fresh smell which wafted to his nostrils as she nestled into her seat.<br><br>"I hope you enjoy you meal, Annabel...", he said, a touch more audibly than his previous utterance, as he made his way to his chair and steaming plate of pasta.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 16:02:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Annabell smiled to him as he pulled the chair out from beneath the table and helped her sit in it as gracefully as possible.<br><br>"Thank you Ewan and you certainly do a extremely talented job of this meal."<br><br>She looked to his chair suddenly and him making his way towards it. A idea briefly popped into her mind but she was unsure how to actually voice it. She cleared her throat slightly then reached along the floor with her feet and wrapped her toes around the near legs of the chair preventing him from pulling it out as she reached to his plate and placed it down on the ground beside her.&nbsp; If he was going to go with this sudden turn when he did sit down he would be in clear view of her feet constantly. She decided she would use his fetish against him as much as she could. <br><br>"You are not allowed to sit at the table. You can sit where you actually belong."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 16:27:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ewan thrilled with joy as he saw how happy his efforts were making Annabel.&nbsp; He adored her smile, and decided he would do all that he could to keep it there on her face, one way or the other.&nbsp; Little did he know what she was already cooking up for him.<br><br>"Thank you Annabel.&nbsp; You deserve this and more for all you have had to deal with lately, me included...".&nbsp; Ewan added the last two words as something of an ammendment, realizing more and more that he had really taken this amazing woman for granted up until this evening.<br><br>As Ewan reached his chair he was surprised to find that it seemed to be caught.&nbsp; He pulled it a second time and watched with wonder as she placed his meal on the floor.&nbsp; It dawned at him before she ordered him to what was now to be his lowly position, and the thrill of joy he had felt not moments ago transformed to one of a comforting humiliation.<br><br>"You mean..." he started, dropping to his hands and knees like a lowly dog, "Right here Annabel?".&nbsp; Knowing the answer Ewan lowered his face to his dish and began to eat, with the tomato sauce spreading messily around his mouth, his eyes fixated on her pretty feet that were only a few tantalising centimetres from his nose.<br><br>A part of him couldn't quite believe what was happening to him, but at the same time nothing had ever felt quite so right.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 16:53:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Annabell had been about to reach for the spoon and fork only expecting him to actually sit there but as he began to eat with his mouth only she simply left the knife and fork upon the table instead even as she saw how messy he was becoming.She smiled before bringing her own spoon and fork together and began to eat her food slowly. She teasingly made sure each time that one strand hung from her lips and she had to suck it up between her lips. If the strand was short it was a quick suction but if a long strand she seemed determined to tease him by letting the strand travel into her mouth at a slow pace. <br><br>"You are certainly good at cooking when you do not allow the food to burn."<br><br>She certainly loved the tangy taste of the tomato and yet a under bite of spice that made her tongue tingle. The pasta had been cooked perfectly and with a adding of pepper and salt giving it a little bit of a kick. <br><br>She dropped her feet back to the floor once he appeared settled on the floor. Her foot tips started to tap against the floor before shifting to her high heels against the wooden floor giving a faint striking sound though she was not inpatient with him at all she simply wished to keep him distracted and see how far she could push him. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 10:46:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ewan started to feel a sense of shame and humiliation burning within him that was not entirely unpleasant.&nbsp; He certainly felt silly when he heard her clinking his cutlery back down on to the table, realizing that she had meant for him to use it.&nbsp; Well, there was no use worry about that now.<br><br>As he heard the first smack of spaghetti being sucked between her pretty lips his eyes were torn from their studious gaze of her feet, to stare up at her as she repeated the process over and over, aware he was watching her intently from his servile position, but not regarding him with a returned glance.&nbsp; Even with her mild taunt about his previous attempt at preparing her a meal, he was really pleased that she appeared to be enjoying her meal as much as she was.<br><br>As Annabel's feet dropped back down, Ewan's divided attention was torn back to them, drool running down his chin as they danced beautifully before him.&nbsp; As she tapped away with her heels, Ewan's erection again kicked in to full power, throbbing and pulsating insistently in his pants, and he closed his eyes, trying to shut out her teasing and gain some control over his now trembling and grovelling body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 20:06:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As much as Ewan was observing Annabell she was in turn observing him but she was attempting to be as discreet as possible so that he did not feel uncomfortable of that if he did she would notice it and be able to change the way they were proceeding, hopefully making it better. for him. <br><br>She glanced down to his plate as he appeared to have stopped eating his food when his gaze was heavily settled upon her toes. <br><br>"Have you finished eating ..."<br><br>She almost said Ewan but the name that she had started thousands of times before suddenly felt odd to say in the current situation and positions the pair were in. <br><br>"..slave?"<br><br>She stated the word coolly trying not to draw too much attention to it once she had said it. She finished her food before rising from the table, she collected her plate and placed it in the sink before standing behind him. Her feet kept tapping against the floor as much as she could possible cause them to. <br><br>Once she was stood behind him she placed the flat of her shoes lightly on his only socked feet while her hands moved to his shoulders. She did not press into his form but her feet began to tap along to music that could not be heard. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 23:33:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ewan's gaze was only broken by the word that issued forth from her lips.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Slave...</em><br><br>It sent a shiver down his spine.&nbsp; It should have felt strange, but nothing could have felt more natural to him.<br><br>He met her stare, and returned "Yes Mistress....".<br><br>The tempo of her heels beating on the floor as she paced to and from the kitchen was intoxicating to Ewan.&nbsp; His eyes were firmly set upon her feet once more, but he stayed sat facing as he was as she paced behind him.<br><br>He enjoy the pressure as she stood gently on his feet, and firmly gripped his shoulders.&nbsp; The strength of her grip surprised Ewan somewhat as he wondered with anticaipation what would her next move be.&nbsp; He could see Annabel growing into her role, growing in confidence, and he could not have been more happy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 16:18:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Annabel had found her self at a loss. What was the next step? How did this dance go and how could she think she was even capable of keeping in tune with it? She inhaled slowly , taking a deep breath as she brought her mouth low down against his shoulder, just where the curve of the neck met the curve of the shoulder. Her lips brushed against the skin once and only lightly before she pulled away from him completely.<br><br>"Then you better start cleaning up slave."<br><br>She was a little unsure what to do next though her voice was managing to be firm and not reveal any weaknesses or confusion. She contemplated for a moment what she had to do next as she disappeared down the hall way and opened her small walk in closet. She stared for a few seconds before reaching in and pulling out a old styled walking stick. It looked to be made from smoothed wood but could also look scary due to it's three foot length that came to a end with a curved handle. <br><br>It probably did not add to her appearance as she stepped into the kitchen. She watched him intently though started to tap the straight end of the stick along one counter top as she moved closer. Perhaps it would be what would happen to him if he did not clean up fast enough or well enough. She made no comment as she watched to see his reaction. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 20:55:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ewan felt frozen like a statue as she loomed over him.&nbsp; He mistook her indecision for haughty indifference, believing his Mistress was teasing him, making him wait for her next steps.&nbsp; He listened to her steady and even breathing, thnking that she was cool and calm, when tumultuous emotions were raging within her that she was attempting to steady and control.<br><br>"Yes Mistress..." he murmured subserviently, held in her gaze, staring up at her fawningly.<br><br>As she released his shoulders Ewan arose, stretching his legs and arms that had a sleepy and heavy feel to them, much like his mind.<br><br>He felt happily in control of himself as he cleared the table, removing the detritus which encompassed the remains of their meal, Hers from the table and his from the floor.&nbsp; As he stooped to pick his plate and cutlery up, Ewan felt embarrassed, imagining how he must have appeared as he enjoyed his food, lapping it up by her pretty dancing feet.<br><br>Dismissing the image from his mind, Ewan filled the sink with soap and water and began scrubbing the plates clean, just at the moment She returned with the cane.&nbsp; Upon observing it, Ewan momentarily froze stock still as she slowly paced towards where he stood, tapping the cane along the counter.<br><br>Fear and excitement gripped Ewan strongly.&nbsp; His hands began to tremble slightly and all of a sudden washing the dishes was becoming much more difficult.&nbsp; He only had a couple of plates left to clean, when his shaking hand let a dish slip out of it.&nbsp; Time seemed to slow down as the action unfolded in slow motion before his eyes, the plate first bouncing on the drainer before crashing to the floor and smashing to pieces.<br><br>Quickly, with his breathing coming in quick gasps and his heart fluttering Ewan reached under the sink for a dustpan and brush, and dropped to his knees, hurriedly cleaning up the shattered mess, feeling Her eyes boring into the back of his head as he did so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 00:08:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Annabell watched him calmly wash up the dishes without error until he noticed her return and brought the cane along the counter. She winced as she could see what was going to happen before it actually did. The sound filling the room as her eyes briefly blazed over. Thankfully the plate had no sentimental value nor was it very expensive but her anger came from a small place she did not know was there.<br><br>"I see I shall have to train you to be more careful with my belongings slave. Once you have finished washing up you are to bend over the kitchen table. Do you understand?"<br><br>She brought the end of the cane against his tail bone and prodded him sharply while she stepped forward and with a slight inhale lifted her foot up so that the tip of her heel pressed into his back lightly but certainly leaving a indentation on his skin. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 10:08:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ewan's heart raced at 100 miles an hour as he swept up as she loomed over him, chatising him for his clumsiness.&nbsp; He gasped as she prodded the hard end of the cane into him, and then sighed at the touch of her foot against his back, feeling entirely subdued beneathe her assertive presence.<br><br>He clambered unsteadily to his feet, his head swimming a little, and deposited the shards into the bin.&nbsp; After replacing the dustpan and brush back under the sink, Ewan slowly and steadily finished washing up, determined not to break anything else.<br><br>Ewan finished and removed the gloves, sighing in fear and anticipation at what was about to occur.&nbsp; He wasn't sure whether she wanted his trousers up or down, aware as he was to what she had planned for him.&nbsp; He decided it was best not to jump the gun, and bent over fully clad, his face pressed to the table and his hands flat upon it.<br><br>"Like this Mistress...?", he whispered, his cock growing hard, fully enjoying his position helpless before her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 23:34:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could practically see him shiver as she stepped back from him so he could deal with the broken shards without breaking cutting himself. She smiled to him as he completed the rest of the task without breaking anything and watched as he bent over the table still dressed. She paused for a very brief moment at his question. She could suddenly very easily see him undressed before her and his balls peeping from between his legs. She wanted to see that, she felt her mouth dry and her body tingle at the idea of such but none the less she shook her head. <br><br>"No remaining dressed is fine..for now slave."<br><br>She walked towards him and struck the floor with the cane firmly so that he could hear it coming, the tips of her heels also struck the floor so he knew she was coming as well. It may have expected a strike to his back but instead he would hear the faint yet sharp squeak as the chair was dragged a little along the floor. She stepped onto the base of the chair and then stood up on the table above him. <br><br>Her hands came to hold the cane at each end and just a little up from her body. She placed one heeled foot on his right side just at his waist and the other on the left. The heels carefully pressed against the fabric of his top to keep him down without warning. <br><br>"Now slave..tell me why are you about to be punished?"<br><br>She spoke firmly and almost coldly, as if she was not the Annabell he had known for so long. As she spoke she had leaned forward and straddled him lightly, she could now feel his length press against the heated patch of her jeans due to the heat of her sex and she had almost groaned in pleasure only managing to hold it in with thinning her lips together. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 23:12:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ewan trembled with anticipation.&nbsp; He was still in a state of shock that she had slipped into the Mistress role so easily.&nbsp; It was almost as if it were a part she was born to play.&nbsp; Secretly, inwardly he had hoped that she would order his to bend naked before her, but she appeared intent on teasing him, and making him dance to her tune only.<br><br>"Yess Mistress..." he replied, "Whatever you want...".<br><br>Ewan tried to keep still as she approached, building up the anticipation with the strikes of the cane and her staccatto heels, watching her slave as his breathing quickened, as his heart fluttered.<br><br>He jumped slightly as the chair harshly squeaked on the floor, and tried to look over is shoulder without moving from his helpless prostrate position as she climbed onto the chair and then loomed above him, pinning his clothes down with her heels.&nbsp; He wiggled slightly and found he was held fast and firm.<br><br>He sighed as she mounted him as if he were no more than a horse or donkey for her to ride.&nbsp; The feel of her crotch and ass cheeks pressed formly onto him made him thrill with desire.<br><br>"Uuummm...." he began, unsure of how to answer her question.&nbsp; "Because You can Mistress?&nbsp; Because I am your slave and I owe you for looking after me, so in turn I have to give myself to you?", he ventured, wishing not to displease her with his reply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 21:28:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Annabel shook her head seemingly disappointed. Her knees began to bounce lightly pressing themselves a little tighter against his sides. The tips of her heels were rising and lowering against the table so the click of her heels were very close to him. <br><br>"That is certainly good to know that you understand your place already slave but I was thinking upon a more basic reason such as what did you do that you should not of done to have been told to come up here slave."<br><br>She leaned forward with the stick pressing it against his neck, gently for now though she positioned one hand on either side ready to press down just a little should he answer wrongly again.<br><br>"Now try again slave and I would advise you getting the answer right this time."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 00:57:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A shiver ran down Ewan's spine, elicited by the innate fear and awe that was enthralling him and that was encapsulated by the stern and disappointed look in her eye.&nbsp; Ewan's head swam, and he wanted to kick himself for having been so dense.<br><br>Ewan gasped softly as Annabel's strong legs closed a little tighter against him, causing a little pain where they pressed into him, as she so casually rode her slave.<br><br>As she spoke down to Ewan, condescendingly chiding him as she towered domineeringly over him, he enjoyed the insistent pressure of the cane against his neck, loving the feeling of being helpless and under her wonderful control.<br><br>"I'is it because I smashed your playe, my Mistress?", he murmured, now totally unsure of himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 01:15:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt a strong grip of desire cause her groin to tighten at being called his mistress though she could not explain why at all. Her body shuddered slightly but with his right answer she brought the cane up and off of his throat to allow him to breath properly again even though the touch had been light and hardly took his breath away.<br><br>"Better slave..."<br><br>She also relaxed her pressure with her knees from his form to show her pleasure at him being right at the moment. <br><br>"Now I think we should discuss how you are going to make it up to me...do you have any ideas on how you are going to do that..?"<br><br>She placed one hand gently down on his chest and felt an electrical charge swarm up through her fingers . She was struck by the years of held back attraction, held back frustration and for a few moments she lost control of her self and leaned down. Her mouth came against his sharply, firmly and her tongue pressed between his lips surprisingly savagely. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 01:26:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ewan breathed more easily as she released him, relieved that she hadn't choked him.&nbsp; He had been gagged and been the subject of breath play before, but never outright choking, even if the threat of it had excited him somewhat.&nbsp; He relaxed a little as she released the pressure of her knees, and he could see and sense the happiness in his answer mingling with a primal excitement that was overtaking her.&nbsp; She had always appeared beautiful to Ewan, but now she was outright divine, a Goddess to be worshipped and loved.<br><br>Ewan struggled with his next answer.&nbsp; So many images flooded his mind, kissing, licking, sucking, worshipping her soft flesh and most intimate of areas, but before he could even answer her lips pressed savagely and hungrily against his own, precluding any reply.&nbsp; "MMMPPHPHHHHH!", he moaned under her assault as her tongue flicked domineeringly around his mouth as he melted beneath her, struggling for breath as she consumed him roughly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 00:20:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss lasted two minutes before the need for air in her lungs kicked her control back into place and she pulled back slightly, her mouth staying above his by a inch rather than sitting back upright. Her breaths came out in heavy pants and she could feel a tingling sensation rolling along her spine and kicking starting her libido. The patch of skin that could be seen along the middle of her trousers started to shimmer with a light trace of sweat and the bare skin of her breasts rose and fell rapidly against the confines of her corset. She did not order him to do anything, nor did she actually say anything she allowed him to recover from the butterfly starting kiss.<br><br>Once her breathing had returned to normal she stared down at him again with a grin.<br><br>"You did not answer my question slave."<br><br>Despite the fact that it was her that had prevented him from having the chance to answer her question she felt a odd sense of joy at the fact she could and possibly would punish him for it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 01:14:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ewan winced as her lips synced savagely onto his, and her tongue roamed with savage swiftness throughout his mouth.&nbsp; With his eyes closed his body went limp as she subjugated him, forcing herslef upon him roughly.&nbsp; His cock sprang to life again, revelling in this rough usage, but caught once again uncomfortably in it's denim prison.<br><br>"mmmmppppphhhhhh" he moaned, as she kissed him so deeply and forcefully, his lips now feeling sore from the pressure she so effortlessly applied.<br><br>He gasped helplessly for air as she finally released him, panting for air denied him by her forceful embrace.&nbsp; Ewan's head swam as her eyes hungrily devoured him, searching for their next point of attack.&nbsp; Ewan stared at her beautiful, firm, heaving bust, shimmering before his eyes as he recovered, worried by the devilish grin that she now appraised him with.&nbsp; This was certainly a side that he never imagined that was flooding from his beautiful Mistress, but it was one that suited her well.<br><br>Shocked and a little surprised at her challenge to him, Ewan stammered, "B-but you, you didn't let me answer... M-Mistress...", realising that she was glorying in his discomfort and submissiveness, and was in the mood to really test him now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 23:02:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And is that truly a problem slave?"<br><br>One eyebrow arched as she rose to her feet on the table and then stepped onto the chair she ahd rose up on and settled back to the floor but the cane came to rest ever so lightly upon his crotch, just above where she could make the out line of his scrotum. <br><br>"Strip down to nothing slave, where you are."<br><br>She dipped the tip of the cane into his ball sac very gently through his jeans and licked her lips as her eyes traveled along his form from his head and finally resting at the bulge that could clearly be seen. <br><br>"Once you have done that you are going to undress me."<br><br>She then smiled almost wickedly.<br><br>"All except...for the shoes of course."<br><br><br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 00:31:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Er, n-no M-Mistress...", Ewan stammered, once again unable to believe his stupidity at questioning her.&nbsp; <em>When am I going to learn</em>?&nbsp; he inwardly chastised himself.&nbsp; Outwardly, he could see that Annabel was preparing to do the very same thing.<br><br>Ewan gasped as she poked him provocatively in his nether regions, eliciting a kick of a response once more from his hungry manhood.&nbsp; A deep hue of red painted his features, but Ewan did not hesitate, firstly pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing his toned body, and then pulling off his shoes and socks, before sliding down his levi's and pants together.&nbsp; he stepped out and away from then, feeling rather foolish and undignified as she perused him haughtily.&nbsp; The slight bulge had now transformed into a raging, pulsating and hungry erection, which mollified Ewan, unable to believe he could enjoy his humiliation so much.&nbsp; His rebelling body confirmed this for him if he had any doubts.<br><br>He then stepped behind his Mistress, and blowing into his hands to warm them before he began, he started to slowly unlace her tight corset.&nbsp; This was at first a slow and laborious process, careful as he was not to pinch or scratch her perfect and soft skin, but once the first few loops were disengaged, the rest came very easily.&nbsp; Ewan stepped around the front to show that he wanted to catch her breathtaking adornment before it hit the ground, but the true reason was to see first hand the wonderful sight of her magnificent and beautiful bust dropping loose from it's captivity.<br><br>Ewan fell to his knees involuntarily, but not wanting to ogle too long, which was a hard feet captiviated as he was, he lowered his eyes and went to work on the red lace that held her simple yet elegant trousers together.&nbsp; These came apart much more easily, and of course there were less sensitive areas here so he could work faster.&nbsp; Without being asked, having undone the knots with his hands, Ewan proceeded to take the lace between his teeth, and pull it slowly away, watching as the material fell away, revealing her wonderfully toned and strong legs in all their glory.<br><br>The sight of her towering over him in all her naked glory made Ewan tramble with desire and lust.&nbsp; All he wanted to do was put his mouth all over her wondrous body and worship her, but instead he just knelt, hands plaintively held behind his back, awaiting her next instruction as he stared longingly at her yet clad feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: With a little help from my friends... (Aviva &amp; Subilicious69)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 21:37:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Annabel spent most of the time that Ewan was undressing her pretending not to notice how much his arousal was showing even when he walked around naked before her, her gaze settled on the middle distance. Her gaze falling on the large bay window now closed for the night hiding the pair from you. She could see his reflection as he moved around her form, felt the pleasureful release as he loosened the tight corset and gradually pulled her free from it. Nor had it gone unnoticed his respect by warming his hands up before touching her skin. <br><br>She managed to keep her lips straight whenever there may have been a chance he could of observed her pleasure with him. Only allowing herself to visually show her want when he was turned away from her. Her nipples told of how she was aroused beyond her own understanding when he finally knelt down in front of her.&nbsp; She noted where he placed his arms, his legs, how he moved and how he held himself still quietly for a few moments. <br><br>She let the silence draw out cruelly making him wait for when she was ready. She inhaled slowly before she began to walk around him slowly, finally letting him see as she visually assessed him from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. The stick caught him purposefully against his cheeks when she walked around the back of him. Her shoes clacked against the floor loudly before she stopped again standing behind him but about half a foot away. Using the end of the stick she reached out and snagged his shoulder with the handle of it and started to pull him backwards sharply. <br><br>&nbsp;
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