Eddie froze in mid-stroke. “What are you doing?” he cried out in amazement. “Just helping you to cum” was my reply. “Now just relax and e...joy what I’m doing to you. I’m going to rub your prostate gland and give you the most intense climax that you’ve ever had in your life. Bet no one else has ever done this to you while you were fucking. You’re going to love it.”With that, my finger searched for his prostate gland. As would be expected for a young man, it wasn’t enlarged. But it was. ”“Mmm, well, you look so deliciously domesticated, quite a change from the wild man of the hills, and looking so cute I could eat you for breakfast.”“You may have to if it’s spoilt!” he laughed as they walked from the boot room along the corridor, before steering her into a small rather bare study, with a computer on a desk.“I haven’t seen this room before,” she noted, remembering her earlier tour.“No, if I had a butler, this would be his office. Once upon a time that wall was covered in. She studied it thoroughly. She would obtain some chemicals from a professor she knew. The professor was studying the effects on the human mind of certain odors and biological chemicals, and Katie knew he had a crush on her. The next day, Saturday, she took the train and paid Drew a visit. As she walked to his door wearing Drew’s favorite skirt, a thin white blouse and no underwear, she quickly used a bottle of eye droplets so that she was crying when he answered the door. When Drew saw her. Never did that! Once twice ... maybe... } As she went to put the clothes in the dryer she felt it. {wet ... I'm wet ... not last nite ... I'm horny ... him? ... blow job? } She wanted to go to sleep, to not think about it, but she was afraid to lay down for fear she'd jill off. { ... don't want to start that again, 3 times a day ... crazy... }A week later she kept thinking about the young boy who helped her. { ... I was mean ... owe an apology ... do something... } At 5 PM on a Saturday she was.