How I missed Jason... how I dearly missed my man. The source of all my happiness, the father of my only son, and the light of all my sexual fires. But...now he's gone. Left our son, Kye, and I to fend for ourselves. God knows where he went to. Just vanished one night, without a trace.But I can bear it. Everyday I wake up to see our son, and his gorgeous, deep brown eyes. A spitting image of his father, I must say. Mhmm.. he certainly had transformed into a man; he was only 17, yet he was 6 foot 2. We dickered for the paintings, the tapestries and the rugs. Here I checked the type of fibres and how tightly they were woven. The marble was good too, but I really had nothing to go by. When it looked like I didn't really want it, Artlam sold it cheaply.When I showed Artlam our books on anatomy with clear pages showing organs he knew about some of our books. I showed him a novel so he would see how the type was very precise and easy to read though the characters were strange.The slave girls. "Eat my pussy Brandon...I got it all nice and pretty just for you." Brandon parted Maria's folds with his tongue, and slowly began running his tongue up and down the length of Maria's pussy as she moaned. "Oh yes Brandon.....suck my pussy....Ohhhh it feels so fucking good." Brandon was a little shocked he'd never heard Maria use that kind of language before. He took Maria's clit into his mouth while sliding two fingers deep into her pussy working them around as he licked and sucked her clit.. Boy was I wrong about that!She looked at me with a surprised look saying, "Wow!" I like a guy who ishonest, especially someone who would admit that he likes wearing laceypanties all the time. Then she gave me another big smile saying, I nevermet a guy that I knew for sure wore panties, but I guess most guys whodo, would try to keep that a big secret right?I'm now standing right in front of her booth and was a little taken backby her statement! I mean a lady who is okay with a guy wearing.