It was gorgeous. “Oh, wow, Henry,” I said, genuinely impressed. “I understand why you stay in here so much, it’s fabulous. You must love writ...ng in here.” “Yes, I find myself very inspired,” there was something odd in his voice suddenly. “Let me show you why.” He took my upper arm in a way I found surprising and very unlike his previous behavior. Almost sternly he drew me to the desk and around it. He reached towards the wall and hit a button. The beautiful drapes on the wall slowly drew back. . I’m on board,” he said finally. I thought it very big of him to agree to oral and anal sex with women that weren’t his girlfriend. For Emma’s sake. Such a hero.“Slave Jess is very glad to hear that,” Jess said, putting both hands around Brent’s neck. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips passionately while Emma and I watched. Speaking in the third person annoyed me, I thought idly as they swapped spit.“Is there any other way that Sir Brent would like to play with the slaves?” Jess asked.. As she closed the door, Sharda gave a naughty smile to me and went to the kitchen.I got that as a signal. That day I was in track pants without underwear. My dick started to get hard by thinking me and Sharda all alone at home.So I went to the kitchen to drink water and have a glimpse of her. She was giving me drinking water and also saw that my dick was hard. It was easily visible because the track pant was loose. She was just starting at it. I came out and I thought how to directly say that I. Then I raised my arm in surrender and said, “I promise I won’t do anything, if you don’t like it but why don’t we just sit and watch the film? You know you’d like to. Just relax!”Rather nervously he eventually admitted that he supposed he was gay but that his family was very religious and he had never let on, to them or anyone. He had had sex with his girl-friend and tried to convince himself he was “normal”; so apart from a fumble or two with a mate when they were both 15, he hadn’t had any.