Like the mistress, he enjoyed watching them have sex but he would nearly always butt in and they would end up satisfying him.He also worked with Diana...on her exercise program, which he'd set up for her. This was in addition to the sexual training she did with Lee. Diana started her period the same day her mistress arrived home after the long weekend. That made the next three days miserable for her. She did her exercises and cleaned the house but she slept alone, in her own room. By Thursday. I told her we would be through moving stuff around in about an hour. I’ll take that sack over to the river and toss it when we get through here.”“You’re not going over there by yourself. I’m not going to lose my best friend unless I go down with him.”“Damn, Josey!”“You heard me. We need to load that wood in my old pickup like I was talking about. I got a feeling that snow is coming in, the way those low clouds are hanging up there.”“I loaded it today. It’s parked in the barn. I brought some. She had a black top which barely kept her tits in and a very short black skirt with tights. Topped off with a pink leather jacket and deep pink lipstick. She was dragging hard on her cigarette waiting for my reply.In truth she looked like a complete slut on the lookout for cock but I didn't tell her that.I said she looked sexy and for her to enjoy herself.Soon her friend knocked door and after giving me a kiss she left. I had a hard on just thinking about how she looked that night.After a few. It was because of how different he was. Ryan wasn't like any of the other clients. He didn't invite me over, fuck me, pay me, and then kick me out. He treated me like an actual person and not just some sex doll. But what makes him really different? His fetish. Ryan had a thing for desserts. He specifically enjoyed ice cream. I could never figure out why. I never liked to ask those kinds of questions, because it was really none of my business. It still had me curious.Ryan answered the door. He.