"Was it Dan?" she asked."No, it was actually Jessica," I told her. "Fuck. I forgot all about telling her that stuff," Sheryl said putting her hand on ...er forehead. She was looking a little embarrased. "Don't be embarrassed, I am into it too," I said. She didn't speak, staring at the wall. Then she looked at me and said "Is that why you agreed to come out here today?" "I wanted to come and help you anyway, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it a lot". She paused again, then walked. I take a whip from my table of instruments and begin to unleash my sexual frustration upon her. Lashing and lashing her, her screams become louder and louder. I remove my clothes and begin to rub my cock. “Do you want more?” I say “Nnnnno….please stop.” I flog her some more. Her bum is red roar, I single drip of bl**d runs down the crack of her backside. I walk over to her, my chest against her back, my lips to her ear “I’m going to **** you, now, bitch.” I say. With that I kick apart her legs,. ’ Then my urologist, a dour, head-of-the-department type who exuded seniority and Michael Kors for Men, suggested I might need Viagra, as my blood work showed I might need a certain assist to reach the Moment of Truth. This I vehemently denied, but it did give me pause. And, dear reader, before you snark, scoff or hit the ‘delete’ key, remember the old epitaph: ‘As you are, so was I, as I am, so will you be.’ Snark, scoff or delete when you get to 70–if you get to 70. After the performance,. To one side, two naked, male waiters stood with feet slightly apart, hands behind their backs. Each had a blue ribbon around their sack and shaft that was tied in a bow. Both were gym fit, with shaved chest and pubic area and skin lightly oiled. As the ladies approached, they came to the table and moved the chairs for them to sit down. A light snack was served, wine and water poured. Each time the waiters served at the table, the ladies stroked and fondled their cocks and cupped their sacks so.