The nubs or ribs inside felt incredible as he stroked me with this wonderful thing. He told me to hold it while he got undressed and continued where h... left off. He asked if I would get him ready for the fleshlight by stroking him and I kind of was hesitant, but he said it was ok and that he wasn't gay or anything and we were both married after all. I take his cock in my hand and start stroking him and in no time he's rock hard. I stop and he tells asks me to keeps stroking him as he's stroking. " One of my employees do something inappropriate?" I asked but no one seemed willing to answer."Someone did something damn inappropriate last night." One of the guys laughed. "They were doing it so hard, they knocked one of the pictures off the wall in my room." It was me." The Twins said in tandem.I turned around to see them standing in the doorway looking at each other in shock. Then they both began smiling. "It was me." Left Twin repeated. "Ja, it was me." Right Twin echoed."It was me!" A. I came back in a few minutes with something that resembled a crock-pot, and told you it was for warming the massage oil. I put a bit of water in it, plugged it in with the massage oil in it, and proceeded to light the candles and place them around your bed.Once that was done, I told you to strip naked and get on the bed with a towel covering your backside, using my best professional cabana boy tone, and said I would return in a few minutes to see if the oil was warm.I left the room, and paced a. He had watched the ruins of buildings being rebuilt, almost in an unseemly haste, as if to purge the lingering scars of destruction from sight and therefore, from memory. Mental scars could not be rebuilt or expunged from the mind so easily. Time was to be the only healer and that, not very successful in its efforts.Every year, the ever dwindling numbers of ex-service men, filed along the Mall in a proud march, to lay wreaths of poppies at the Cenotaph and pay their respects. Each with his own.