I leave them before I inadvertently irrevocably mold and shape them to suit my own preferences, just by the weight of my regard.Following my pattern o... rising up near the top strata of society I found my powerful and enduring women there also, and while harems were no longer the norm yet networks of girlfriends and business associates functioned in much the same way. I was skilled with relating with and remaining on friendly terms with all my various liaisons, even with adding in the occasional. It would be nice, I thought, to date someone I liked just because I liked them, and not because they were the sort of person I was expected to date by my peers. He had never seen a girl nude before, not even breasts, except on the internet and a grainy video a former paramour had sent him of me. I disrobed and let him explore my flesh. One thing led to another and we were both naked. It was then I discovered his talents at pleasing a girl orally, as well as his gift of a long, skinny penis with. She puts her hand on mine and pushes it more. “Do you like that?” I ask.“Yes it feels so good and so right. I want more.”“Do you seem to have an empty feeling and need something to fill it?”“Yes I do. Will I get it filled now?”“Not for a bit. We need to get you good and ready so you can enjoy every feeling.”I sense a little disappointment but also apprehension and anticipation. I have her grab my hard member and start to stroke it. She does this very slowly afraid she will hurt me. I reassure. ” “Do you still love me?” she interrupted. “Is there someone else?” The look on her face was accusatory and suspicious, and he hardly recognized her. “I had a bad dream, that’s all,” he explained, apologetically. He didn’t know why he should feel so guilty about it, but he did know the he wanted to make things right with her. “There’s no one else. I promise.” Holding his hand out to her, he invited her into his world and she took him up on his rare offering. She knew he was trying, and was.