Groggily

I heard John starting to move around, so I quickly moved back to the kitchen. I wanted him to be pleased by my initiative to make breakfast. As I rushed past the living room, I caught sight of him rubbing across his cock, he was not hard, but he seemed to be thinking hard about something. I hoped it was last night. Within moments he was getting hard again. I decided it was time for me to get out of sight. I returned to kitchen, but I left the door wide open. I wanted to catch him before he might go to wash up. I wanted to leap on the situation and play with his discomfort.

He emerged shakily from the living room, it was clear the **** had done a number on him. He was once again wearing his shorts and t-shirt, which was a shame. But it was still going to be a hot day, so there would be plenty of skin to show. He moved a bit like a zombie, until he came out into the corridor, then he turned and took in all my beauty. I gave him my best pose, sticking out both my ass and tits at the same time. "Oooo, you're up! I have been slaving over this hot stove this morning just for you!" He smiled at that, but never took his eyes off my ass, which was exactly what I wanted. He groaned, eyes still on me, "Ow, my head, I must have had far too much to drink". I responded, "Yeah, you did have more than you can take, that's for sure. But don't worry, I still had fun", I winked at him. Before he could ask more, I took him by the arm and sat him down at the table. He protested for a moment, but I convinced him to stay, "If you have some breakfast you are sure to feel better, this is my super secret breakfast recipe!" I served him up a big plate of pancakes, with a large helping of fruit and cream. The cream of course had lots of my cream in it too. We sat together and began to dig in. He took a couple of bites before saying, "Hmm, there is a very unique flavour in here, I can't quite...". I pushed my finger against his lips and whispered, "Shhh, it's a secret, just eat it up and enjoy, it will make you feel better." He continued to eat.

After a moment more, he asked, "Do you make this for many people, if it is so secret." I thought a moment, "Hmm, no, not so many a couple of boyfriends. Oh and my daddy of course! He loves my special breakfast, but I don't give it to him so much. Mommy takes care of him." I was certain there was just enough sugestivity in what I was saying without giving anything away.

He finished his breakfast and complimented; "Very good, just what I needed. Oh and that extra flavour you had in there, it does grow on you doesn't it." I was extaticm "Really? Oh good, I will be sure to make this again while I am here." John responded, "Yes, you should make it for me and {Anna{ come time." I thought about that for a moment and it made me grin, "For sure, I can feed you and Anna as much special breakfast as you want!"

John rose to his feet, he seemed to have regained some of his strength and declared, "I need to take a shower" and he left, shortly after, I heard the shower running. I had also planned for this. I began cleaning up, just waiting for John to call out and indeed he did. "Sarah! Can you bring me a towel please!" I had of course removed all the towels this morning, so I could get my own back on him.