I was setting the table as my master walked in. ‘Something smells good,’ she stated. ‘Thank you.’ There were a few moments of silence. ‘Mast...r?’ ‘Yes?’ I filled our plates and we began eating. ‘Do you know anything about a… man?’ She dropped her fork. ‘A what?’ ‘A man.’ She picked it back up again. ‘No.’ I had a feeling she was lying but I didn’t want to press the subject further. After dinner and dessert we went to our special room. I took off all of my clothes, took all of hers off, and she. “Really?, You want to?” she asked.“No, Lord No, just making conversation.” I said awkwardly.“Then why you got a hard on?” she asked.“I’m nervous I suppose,” I admitted.“Look its no big deal,” she said, “Better than working in WalMart, like ten hours a day listening to the beep beep beep.”“I guess,” I muttered, “But why|?”“Why not?” she asked, “I failed my exams, got sick of crap jobs and want some serious money, anyway enough questions, do you want to fuck.”“Er yes, yes please.” I. She just wanted the control and free will . I told her I understood as I stubbed out my cigarette . She reached and stubbed out hers then grabbed the bag . Pulling the medium sized vibrator out of the bag I suddenly remembered I had not cleaned my precum off the shaft, Luckily it had dried out and she didn't notice . She looked at me with curious eyes and said "I bet you wanna see this in me don't you" , my heart thumped deep in my chest and I felt my cock burn as it got hard . I replied " only. And Aubrey became a major character. And I was wishing I could swing back through Laramie and renew my acquaintance with both.I was feeling overwhelmed.A Long Time Ago: Sex and the Single ManI should know all about the dangers of sex as a form of stress relief. Been there, done that.I say that I finished my PhD when I started teaching playwriting and tech directing at a small college. In reality, I still had to defend my dissertation and I was getting pretty stressed out. I’d designed and built.