“Occupational hazard.”She flipped her hair over her far shoulder. Holding onto my penis, she used it as an axis to pivot around.This gave me a vie... of her in profile. I pushed myself up to elbows so I could watch her in the dim light that came from the foyer.My eyes traced the curve of her back from her neck down to her smooth hindquarters. The twin, smallish cones of her breasts hung down motionless without the slightest hint of sway. Her dark, pink nipples pointed to the floor, noticeably. Fauns were emotional creatures, but many learned to control their feelings and became great thinkers, philosophers, and scholars. Tibbits and his colleagues were meeting this year to discuss the creator god, Spermes. Was Spermes still alive? If yes, and he took no interest in the affairs of the world, did it make a difference if he existed? This was fascinating stuff to Tibbits and he merrily played his pan pipes as he traveled.Tibbits was a faun, often called a Satyr. For all intense purposes. ‘Put out your hand.’He squirts soap into her hand.‘Wash your pussy very well. I may want to go down on you later, and you never know, maybe someone will stop by. And don’t masturbate! Just wash.’She takes her soapy hand and washes her pussy. As she does this he squirts soap all over her shoulders, tits, and down her back and he tells her to wash the rest of her body and to keep his cock in her mouthHe pulls his cock from her and tells her to stand. She complies, and he proceeds with rinsing her. Complicated," she said."Anything I can help with?" he asked. This was where she was going to tell him she wasn't interested in him. He knew it."I don't know," she replied. "My life is kinda strange in a lot of ways. I mean, you already know that I don't date. Friday night really was my first time." You didn't like it?" Oh no, it was great," she said. "But going out and having fun is one thing. Relationships are something else."So she was going to dump him. Damn, that was fast."What do you.