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The small noises she heard in the other room were driving her curiosity to a
ravaged peak.  He had come up with SO many surprizes so far...  What was going
on now?  She mused on the thought, and decided the ONLY way she would know was
to get her ass out of the tub and go see.....

As she rinsed off, and prepared to get out of the tub, he walked into the bath.

"Have a nice bath?"  he said, making her jump at the sound.

She turned and said "Oh, yes! It was marvelous!  I was just sitting here
listening to.."

"Shhhhh..." he cut her off.  "Let me help you dry off..."

He grabbed on of the huge fluffy towels on the rack, and began to pat dry her
body.  Careful to dry all of her, he finished, and produced the robe which was
before at the foot of the bed.

"I thought you might like a little supper before....well, I thought you were
hungry.  Come."  He took her hand and led her into the big room.  She gasped a
little at what she saw.

The floor of the room had been transposed into a small dining area, complete
with plates, glasses, table cloth, and everything one would find at the best
dining areas.  The shadows produced by the twin candles danced around the
objects on the floor, skirting this way and that.  A silver wine bucket held a
magnum of champagne, obviously well chilled as the condensation from the steam
produced by the bath trickled down in the towel wrapped around the bottle.
There were coverd dishes in the middle of the cloth, and two large cushions on
either side.

He turned to her and said "Before we start, maybe you'd like to get a little
more comfortable?" and not waiting for her response, gently but firmly grasped
her mound where the male appendage was still deeply inserted.  She gasped, face
flushed and breath quick, for his grasp once again moved the dildo and created
sensations anew.  He pulled her over to the bed, sat her down on one corner and
whispered...

"Let me have the honor of removing this for you."

She smiled, sighed, and slowly parted her gown.  She spread her knees as far
apart as she comfortably could, reclined back on her elbows so she could watch,
and slowly lifted her legs, revealing all to his sight.  He bent down, softly
kissed her hidden clit. She cooed with the touch of his mouth.  He raised his
head.

"Watch..." he said softly.

With the gentlest of movement, and with tremendous slowness, he took hold of
the base of the rubber cock.  The touch of his hand on the male false-flesh
immediatley sent shimmers up the rubber shaft, reverberating in the walls of
her again soaked cunt.  She shuddered a deep sigh as he gently started removing
the dildo.  Inch by agonizing inch it was withdrawn, and the process took
almost 5 minutes.  Once out, she at first felt empty, and whimpered at the
feeling.

"It will once again be filled, m'lady, but next time, with one which is real"
he said, smiling.

She returned the smile.  She wanted him now, and made motions to take him...

"No...we must sup" he said standing, holding out his hand to hers.

He led her to the repast, sat her on one of the cushions and then sat on the
other.  He poured two glasses with champagne, and toasting her silently, sipped
his.  She also tasted the sparkling liquid.  He opened one of the covered
dishes, producing a full platter of cold shrimp.  Opening a smaller one,
revealing spicy sauce, he took one of the shrimp, dipped it in the sauce and
proceeded to hold it to his ladys lips.  Slowly and sensually, she slid the
flesh in her mouth.  He tugged at the tail, popping the rest of the shrimp out
of its shell with one deft movement.  She lanquidly sucked in the succulent
flesh, and munched contentedly on the delicious food. A little sauce was
smeared on her lips, and her tongue snaked out to lick it up.

This is how they shared the dinner, alernatley feeding each other.  The spoke
quietly, laughing at the right moments, looking in each others eyes in the way
only lovers can.  The magnum went quickly, and the shrimp were delicious.
Hunger sated for now, at least the hunger for food, he stood.

"Now, m'lady, please get dressed, and dress warmly!"

This was the LAST thing she wanted to do, and began protest.

"NO!  Please, do as I say" and with that, he went to put on his own clothes.

Reluctantly, she complied, and not knowing what was going on, she watched him
dress, and dressed like him, in warm clothing.  Once done, he took her hand and
they left the room.

Walking through the lobby, they went outside.  There, in the front lot was a
sleigh, black as night drawn by a team of horses the same color.  A cabbie sat
in the front stoop, reins held loosly in his hands.  The back opening was open
to the night air and chill, with a large plush seat snuggled deep in the rear,
and thick heavy woolen blankets piled atop.

Their breaths fogging quickly in the cold night air, they climbed aboard the
sleigh, nested themselves deep within the blankets pulled up to their chins,
and held each other for added warmth.  Without a word, the cabbie cracked the
reins and the team started off into the deep woods surrounding the inn on an
already used path.

The moon was full, and the prior nights snowfall sparkeld like thousands of
pieces of glass.  The night was beautiful, and it seemed made for these two at
this, their time of being together. They talked quietly, absorbed by the night
and all it had to offer, in each others arms.  After a while, the driver
stopped, horses stamping the snow from their hooves, breath clouding in quick
bursts from their noses, and muttering that they'd much rather be home in their
warm stalls with some fresh hay.

He got out of the sleigh, and walking over to the edge of the path, removed
some objects from the snow.  Returning, she saw he held a bottle and two
glasses, which he handed to her as he climbed once again back under the heavy
blankets.  He clumsily popped the bottle of champagne and poured the crisp,
frigid liquid in to the two glasses.

"To you.." he said.

"And thee.." she replied.  They linked arms and drank out of each others glass.
The sleigh started up just then, and they laughed as they tried to untie their
arms without spilling the liquid all over themselves.  The rest of the ride was
intermingled with sparse conversation about the beauty of the woods, small
kisses stolen, and laughter.

Later, after the sleigh had dropped them off, they went back to their room,
which was now clear of the earlier repast.  They changed, and snuggled under
the down blankets in the bed, where they made love.  They didn't fuck; they
made slow passionate love to each others enjoyment and fullfilment, then slowly
drifted off to sleep, in each others arms....

As she drifted off, she vowed to make his morning special, as he had made this
day.