Birthday favour

So the other week was Miss' birthday and I took her out for a special lunch at one of her fave restaurants. It was an epic meal, at a very classy place which makes a point of flaunting portion control conventions. I had to ask the charming waiter if he had any patrons who finished the fish and chips meal for the day to reassure Miss she wasn't lame for not finishing it. 

We adjourned for home after a shared dessert (which neither of us deserved as we hadn't finished our mains) and headed back to the station. We caught the first train back as opposed to waiting for a far quieter one 5 minutes later so I missed out on the pleasure of her hand ravaging my crotch on way back. Not least as we couldn't even sit next to each other, some we poked faces at each other and I snapped a pic or so of her Miss behaving.

Which was very cute and I shared with her, but not one for others. 

We got back and the tights she wore made stroking her legs even nicer than usual. But also meant tootsie treatment was off (can't soak tights) and also had meant she mithered likey anything seeing the kind of women who wore skirts (always so short) versus the far larger cadre of sensible women wearing trews of various kinds. 

Next time I will not insist on her trying to be classy and let her wear what she wants, a she does every other time we go out. 

Anyway, we got upstairs and we had a cwtch and and a doze and by the time we woke it was time for Miss time. Which was heavenly as always, and was a nice languid session, but I think Miss was suffering from over indulgence at lunch too (I certainly was) and when this was concluded we had a little bit of little spoon action for me, but not for long and the idea of being hung from ceiling and given what for with a crushing orgasm was quickly quashed. No biting either, sadly. 

We went downstairs and after some chat and a quick chore it was time to go home.

All of which probably reads as me being disappointed. But it isn't. I got to treat Miss, and treat her right and while there were more things I'd have liked to have done, or have done to me, it was great. I was my Miss' loyal helpmeet and provider and we had a great time. 

Will do the same again next year I hope and am sure both.

Happy burfday Miss. Here's to many more.

And to a present in the near future...

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