It is a strange feeling for me as he slides my man’s roaring erection between his pursed lips, knowing that I was doing just that to him a few days ...go and have done it countless times for our mutual pleasure.“Any special preferences?,” Stuart teases as he lets Jon’s cock slip out of his mouth and teases it with a fingertip.“Long and slow sexual pleasure, show my lady and yours how good you are,” Jon murmurs. “She wants to watch for at least twenty-minutes. My pleasure is her pleasure when it. ”“I’m not Josh,” I dared to say.“Not Josh? Where is he?”“I’m sorry, Dorcas. He’s dead. He died a long time ago. So did you.”“I’m dead? Then how can I do this?”Her pussy clamped hard around my sore member.“Ow! I don’t know. But please be gentle…”“But I like making love, often…”“And apparently you can, but you’re a ghost.”“A ghost who can feel you, and you can feel me?”“I certainly can, Dorcas. You are wonderfully solid.”“If you aren’t Josh, who are you?”“I’m Ian, and I’m very pleased to meet. She guessed she had become a slave to fashion about as long as she had sported breasts, and wondered whether all women were naturally so fashion conscious or if it was some sort of personalty trait Hort had somehow forced upon her with her femininity... She sighed as she looked in the full-length mirror attached to the inside of one of the wardrobe's doors. Yup, sexy. Plain and functional, but sexy. But it was better than wearing those designed-for-lust outfits Hort sometimes made her wear.. She wore a crisp white blouse like a men's business shirt and a navy blue tie with thin gold horizontal stripes. She looked intimidating, cold and hard, and almost beautiful.She just glared at me and said nothing. No greeting or acknowledgement of any kind. I stopped in front of her desk and when she didn't invite me to sit down or even say a word, I just stood there. Her glare intensified and I felt my bowels loosen. I was unaccountably terrified of her and I don't really know why. The.