Leaving himself unfulfilled gave him the edge, ready and alert. He loved that moment, the second before pleasure spurted when tension was at it's most...tightly strung. He smoothed the wrinkles from his groping with a firm hand, creases were terrible in this soft wool.He liked fine things, like the feel of silk and satin, Egyptian cotton, fine French wines, symphonies and good food. He drove expensive cars, and he had personal staff members to satisfy his every personal need. He had a good life,. When He was done, He tucked Himself back in, released thenozzle and let me shit. When that was done, I was put into the bathand allowed to clean up. When I had finished, I was led to another room. This was madeup like a little girl's room. Pink walls and lacy curtains, etc.Along the far wall was a large baby crib. Next to the closet was atall straight back wooden chair. The closet doors were open andthe closet was full of little girl's dresses. Lots of frills,lace, trim and ribbons. And. He sat for a minute drinking in the throaty sound of the exhaust and then put the car in gear and backed out of the driveway.He put his foot hard on the gas pedal and the car tried to jump off of the road. After he eased off of the gas a bit the car settled down and drove like Roger always thought that a Ferrari would drive. The car seemed like an extension of his body. It seemed like all he had to do was think of what he wanted to do and the car responded. He and the car became one being and. She was looking down but my greeting made her glance up. Instantly, her eyes turned round as marbles and her cheeks as pink as two fresh roses. To her credit, though, she regained her composure quickly and returned my greeting. Still, there was no hiding her flushed cheeks and the smile creeping up from either side of her mouth.I thought that to say nothing about my nude state would be like ignoring an elephant in an otherwise ordinary living room."Sorry about walking around in the buff," I.