She felt the heat from the palm of his hand near her face. It beckoned her like everything else about him. It pushed every other thought of her head, ...llowing no room for reasoning. "I want to make you feel good, Lynn," he breathed, his voice soft yet rich and deep. He leaned forward, slowly bowing his head towards hers, "But I need you to tell me what to do." She watched his lips part slightly and move closer to her, angling for position. She felt his hand slide around to the back of her. Under your robe I discover you’re wearing a matching sheer silk top and panties, a sexy garter, hose, and mid rise heels. You help me out of my clothes,invite me to the bedroom and I slowly remove yours. Soaking in a bath of warm water on thebedside table are several bottles of scented massage oil. I smile, as I too have some surprises and plan to introduce them as the night wears on. You lay me face down and start working your fingers into the muscles of my back, paying extra attention to my. I felt like I was just another of his friends. I learned from him that he doesn’t really date – he’s just not into that scene. I also learned that he does have a couple of white married women with which he has had long term affairs. He told me that he gets an opportunity to get together with one or the other every couple of months and gets to have a weekend of non-stop sex. However, in the interim, if he gets horny, he likes having someone like me available to satisfy his immediate urges.. .. just under twenty-four degrees Celsius. That’s seventy-five on the Fahrenheit scale, but who cares, right?“I like it when people are happy and comfortable in their weather ... and when they feel free to go naked most of the time. It’s not as if the ground is covered in flames anymore, as it was in many places in Hell in the old days. It was much hotter and less pleasant back then. Back then, to walk around in Hell while barefoot was required, but only to guarantee pain from the constant.