I didn't know when, but not then. I pushed it all back.I did what I always did when I needed control. I remembered the Peter's Rules.Rule one. No runn...ng, no jumping no swimming.Rule two. Full disclosure; I tell Peter everything, always.Rule three. No cuming without permission.Rule four. No swearing.Rule five. No partners without permission.Rule six. No pain without permission.Rule seven. I have a master; I call him 'sir.' He owns my dick.By the time I finished my little mantra, I was feeling. I admit that I love the feel of a woman's pubic hairs against my cock before I slide it in. I'd tease her pussy and tease it well, till screams of put it in, fuck me, fuck me now filled the air. And slowly I'd slide my cock in, teasing that I was going to pull out and not go all the way. I'd begin fucking her pussy as I'd lean down to kiss her. Once again, we swapped spit as I'd fuck her hard. I stop only to give her a chance to finally remove her top. Her breast are perfect. I mean they were. They untangled and got up, careful not to jostle Dan-Dan."I'll put him to bed," Dan whispered happily and he gently rocked his sleeping son in his arms."Okay. Meet you in the bedroom." Lisa walked ahead. Dan noted happily the movement of her body. Even wrapped up in a near ankle length robe she was as sexy as those dreams had remembered her.Dan laid the little boy on his bed, covering him with his favorite Chicago Cubs blanket, now a good deal more worn than it was when he had first seen it in. I am not friends with any who might embarrass you, whether advisors, priests or priestesses or even the Pharaoh, at least in revealing anything of what we say or do. You can be yourself. You can tell me anything you have always kept hidden from even your husband. You feel close to me because I respect you and your thoughts and you seem to enjoy mine." I do. You put my teachers to shame. Not just in your intelligence on a remarkable variety of subjects, but in your brazen arguments. They would.