“What?” I asked.

“You know, I have a secret fantasy that I always dreamed of doing with you…” he trailed off, slowly walking to me.

“And?” I urged him to continue.

He seemed proud of himself and pointed at my pearls, “I want to see you please yourself.”

I halted at what he said. “And what about that ice cream?”

“I have a plan later for it.  But I want to see you do it first. We never go to do that…” he continued. “Please? For me?”

Biting my lip, I looked at my messed-up self, my lacy underwear still on. I gulped. 

I had pleased myself before, but I...