Your roommate isn't Robert, he is Robby. Does that make sense to you? You wouldn't have a name like your Father?"Chrissie blinked and nodded slowly. T...at made perfect sense! "I am sorry, Sir. I didn't know!"Mr. Andrews petted the boy's head. "That is fine. This is why you need to obey Men at all times."Chrissie smiled and pushed his head against Sir's hand. "Yes, Sir." Suddenly, the boy's mind went blank as his handsome controller loudly declared a trigger.09Chrissie bounced out of the. My curiosity was, after all satisfied. How wrong I was. On the way home, Margot gave me a detailed description of how an auction is carried out, and of the dealings that go on afterward for objects that did not sell, or were resold privately, at the cheese and wine luncheon following the auction. With that, I was well prepared to answer any questions Frank might have about my trip and my first auction. Margot dropped me off at home a good two hours before Frank was due. I was fast asleep as. “He hasn’t screwed me, he has fucked me, we haven’t made love, he hasn’t scored, he hasn’t ... he hasn’t ... he hasn’t rogered me roundly in two years!” She grabbed another tissue and blew her nose again.Paige looked over at Georgia in confusion and mouthed ‘rogered me roundly?’ to her friend. Georgia simply shook her head. She had never heard the expression either.“So, what’s wrong with me?” asked Barbara, continuing. “Do I look that old?”“Jesus, no!” commented Georgia. “Have you talked to. " We both knew that wasn't true, but I needed to hear it. On my way over I kept telling myself "just a massage, just an 11 o clock massage. Who cares if you have a crazy hard cock right now, that'll go away."I got to his place and knocked on the door. He answered it and seemed pretty chilled, a very cool relaxed guy. I came in and he told me to get undressed and lie on the massage table. I did, and as I got settled noticed him get comfortable himself, stripping down to his underwear before he.