“Then... then maybe I could... convince you to try. Somehow.”“How so?” I ask.“I could... I could...” But she is unable to say the words.�...You know,” I say as I sit down on the bed next to Lucy. “I think maybe you could. But my assistant stays. I'm sure she won't mind.”She looks back and forth between Lucy and me. Then she walks up to me and drops to her knees in front of me. She opens up my pants and pulls my cock out through the fly in my boxers. It's gone limp since Claudine, but the moment. ” She looked at Amy and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “Wattygonnado?” Mathew came in the living room with his bourbon in his hand and sat down is his recliner after giving Jamie a most husband-like welcome home kiss. “Amy, you sure look a lot better than the last time I saw you.” “Oh yeah…hey Mathew I’m really sorry if I was a pain in the ass. Sam always complains about what a lousy drunk I am.” ‘Don’t worry about it. You had a good time and nobody got hurt. Besides the two of you were. In the last couple months I had fucked five different women, on tables which seemed to be a theme with me but also in bedrooms and as I thought about it, I even got Mrs. Clark in a clothing store. I had changed. All this sexual success had changed me and for the better. While I was excited about the idea of fucking Mrs. Rossini, I was not worried about it. If she shot me down . . . well, I did not need to think about that. She would not do that. I would not let her. This was a step towards. I knew they were there, but I couldn’t see them. I thought I felt something touch my right nipple, but it could have imagined it. Even so, I gasped a little. Still there was silence. I was just starting to think that they’d gone away when I heard a man cough. “Hello, is anyone there?” I said. After about a minute, a young sounding man’s voice said, “Are you all right?” Relieved and excited, I said, “Oh Hi, I was beginning to think that I was imagining that someone was there.” “What are you.