I drew a bath, dropping some aromatic salts in the tub; the scent of eucalyptus and orange filling the bathroom. I soaked in the tub for a long time; ...lmost too long. I took a look at myself in the mirror and decided to shave off my neat little landing strip. If I was turning a new page, it would be with a whole new me. The landing strip yielded to the razor easily; I did a quick inspection to make sure there were no stray hairs left. I did not wear any perfume; I relied on my own musk to. "What's going on here?" Madam was quite clear on what she would like for you, sir," she replied. "Julie won't like me to wear skirts, come on!" I protested.Mrs. Ashton drew a deep breath, then began so speak quietly, but resolutely."While you are by all means free to call your wife however you deemappropriate, in my place of business I will thank you to refer to madam withthe proper honorific," she said. She paused for a bit, then continued."I do not intend to discuss with you what madam has. Her mouth slightly open and eyes locked on mine.''Baby you're guna make me cum, right now,'' she panted. ''I'm guna--, I'm coming!'' she cried out. She climaxed right there and a moment later I was shooting whatever I had left inside of me into her.I collapsed on top of her and began kissing her neck, ''I love you, so much.'' I gasped. ''I love you too.'' she replied, a moment later we heard Bobbie bounding down the stairs. We quickly rearranged ourselves and went back to sitting where we. And here he was giving one in front of an audience. He gently teased at Paul's head, remembering how James had loved the sensation of a tickle over his throbbing bell... Every so often, Paul would encourage him to extend his activity to a quick tug with his hand over the base of Paul's shaft. It was rock solid now. And bigger than anything Paul had ever had in his mouth, it seemed. Trying his hardest to take as much as he could, he could feel Paul's glans pushing up against the inside of his.