I started walking for the door, my back turned to her. “I’ll have someone fetch you in a couple of hours. But, if you want to eat outside where it’s nice and warm and free, you’ll have this outfit on when you come up.”
“Of course.”
I opened the door. “See you for lunch.”
And when she didn’t respond, only one word crossed my mind. One word that would be more decadent than any dessert we shared or any lick of her pussy that would eventually come to fruition.
Bingo.
Finally, I had broken down the first of many walls to get to the heart of what I wanted.
All Miss Pettigrew had to do now was accept her fate.