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he spoken to you about a collar?”
    “Now, what do you know about that? It is most secret.”
    “Well nothing really, but he asked my opinion about her preferences for gold or silver, and I told him about the watch I have for her,” Jane said.
    “So you put two and two together and made…”
    “Four, Master. I am sure that is what he intends doing.”
    “Maybe, mo run, but if he does, he will want it to be special, so we will say nothing and be as surprised as everyone else.”
    “Of course, Master. I wouldn’t want to spoil their special surprise. I remember mine!”
    She blushed and smiled shyly up at him, and he lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed each finger.
    “So do I. I suspect Prometheus will be hoping nobody ever repeats that in his club. Apricot roses and BDSM do not mix in his opinion.” He swept her into his arms and kissed her witless, not that she felt that was difficult for him to do. He always had that effect on her.
    She got to work on the menus, and Gloria, Jenny, and Gemma turned up a couple of days before to help. They had the TV in the kitchen and commiserated with the people watching as the pageant on the Thames took place under gray skies to start with and eventually rain. Nevertheless, in the never-ending interviews, people were happy to recall their memories of a sixty-year reign and proud of their country’s heritage. None of them had ever seen so many Union Flags. Her Majesty looked regal as usual, and they marvelled that at eighty-six, she could stand for so long in the cold wind. They loved the moment when she saw the puppet from War Horse standing on the bank for her amusement.
    The initial preparations wouldn’t have taken quite so long if they had not spent so much time watching the TV, but eventually the food was done and put in fridge or freezer to await the big day. The house had several vases of beautiful apricot roses, and Jane was teased unmercifully by her friends who remembered Master Angus’s proposal in Prometheus in Chains.
    She blushed and said little but remembered how she’d rewarded him when he came home with these roses. She’d been in the kitchen making lunch, and he’d crept up behind her, and putting his hands over her eyes, had led her to the terrace where two huge bouquets of the apricot roses that had become so special to her, awaited.
    “Master, they are beautiful. Thank you! You spoil me!” She gasped at the number of beautiful roses he’d brought her.
    “It is my pleasure,” he’d said, and she’d made sure it was. She had unzipped his trousers, carefully taking out his burgeoning erection. Kneeling at his feet she’d taken him in her mouth licking and sucking in the way she knew pleased him, but after a couple of minutes, he’d inserted a thumb in her mouth and extracted his cock. He had pulled her to her feet, pushing her down on the recliner. Then he’d inserted one long finger in her cunt and massaged her G-spot. She loved him to do that to her and knew he loved her reaction. She’d arched her back as she moaned and writhed.
    “Oh yes. Oh please more, Master.”
    He’d obliged as he invariably did. She’d protested when he took the finger out, thinking he’d done but not for long as he replaced it by two, then three fingers and massaged inside her cunt until she thrashed about on the recliner and her limbs shook. It was an indescribable feeling of intense pleasure, and she’d moaned and panted for more, hearing him chuckle. She knew he loved to see her like this and loved the fact that he could arouse her to such heights with only his fingers. Sometimes when they were out in the city he’d look at her and curl his fingers, and she’d blush prettily and squirm in embarrassment. The more she did that, the more often he indulged himself, but she couldn’t help her reaction, which he loved to see. He called her his treasure.
    Finally he’d pressed her swollen clit between thumb and forefinger, and she knew he watched her fall