My wife took a trip with her parents and we were left alone for four days. We drank the first day a bit too much. We went to my bedroom to watch porno...films. We laid back on the bed close to each other. Half way through the first hetero porn, he wanted to jackoff. I told him it was ok, so he pulled his pants down and pulled out a long thick cut cock that was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. He was already hard and wet and as he stroke it I could smell his manly musk. I was so turned on. As much as he wanted to have sex with the gorgeous woman sitting beside him, he just knew he was going to blow it somehow. The thought of disappointing her was almost more than he could bear.Steffany looked over, saw the look of unease on his face, and reached across the console to lay her hand on his cheek. “Relax, kid! You should have had more of that excellent wine.”He chuckled nervously, “I’m fine. It’s just that ... well, um ... I get kinda...” He took a deep breath and blew it out. “I’m. I was of the opinion that she was getting her jolly's from watching me stretch and lift things for her. It made me happy that I could make her feel this way. I started to invent reasons to go to see her. Complain that there was things that needed to be resolved with my bedsit. She was a very well to do woman in her 50's from a good family. Her house was next to my bedsit and it was huge. It would have been very easy to be intimidated by her.I came home from work and parked my car at the top of. Samuel's death hit me harder than I ever thought it would - even after seeing what Anna had gone through with Bill, and Samuel's careful managing of my own ownership.Since then I've evolved that ownership concept to allow myself be owned by The House, while still permitting commands from those I've consented to control over me for brief periods of time. This is acceptable since it is only done with my permission, and I can easily revoke it now anytime I wish. But to me, Lady Heather personifies.