As a teacher or an advisor. In that way. Katherine had not cared in the least, but it had, interestingly enough, preyed somewhat on Lorenzo's mind. An... it pleased Katherine to no end to be told about that.As they parted outside the cafe Barkley ate the treat he had been given as they left. Katherine leaned down and stroked his velvety head and then rose. Lorenzo took her hand. "I'll call you later, alright? After you've dined. We should make some plans, I hope." I hope so, as well. Enzo. Later. 13Julia ran into the toilet, her tits bobbing as she went, he got off the bed and followed her, I heard the shower start, “that’s it my darling” I thought, “get it all nice and sparkling for me” he came out drying himself but the shower was still going and I sensed that Julia had first of all used the bidet and then had gone into the shower, his cock wagged as he dried himself, I smiled to myself, this was the aftermath of a nice fuck, he was dressed by the time she came out and he fastened her. During the next months I practically badgered her to do it, to the point where she got annoyed and told me to drop it and that she would think about it. A couple pf days before our yearly trip to the beach she said that she had decided not to go through with it, and that my "big" cock was all she would ever need. I couldn't help to feel a wave of relief, but the idea had become an obsession, and I knew this because I had been masturbating with the idea practically since the day she brought it. I mean, I wouldn’t WANT to be a part of another marriage going up in flames. Really, I wouldn’t. And I’d like to believe that I would have told her no. But part of me couldn’t help but ask that…I mean, what? I’m not good enough? I noticed, when we talked about her moving in here, that she never worried about how it might affect her chances of saving her marriage. Or, if she did, it never showed. I haven’t asked any questions about any of that, yet. I don’t imagine I probably ever will. It’s.