Didn't Your Mother Tell You? - Part 2
Laura leaves me in no doubt as to where I am in the pecking order and decides something must be done to curb my frequent masturbation.
Our next date marked a milestone in our relationship, because Laura invited me to her flat for dinner. She even cooked it, and very good it was. However, whilst she enjoyed a glass of Prosecco, she expected me to drink tap water. (“You'll be driving later, poppet,” she reminded me.) I helped her clear up after the meal and, without being asked, I washed the dishes. Then I made us both a cup of coffee, which I took into th...