” Shit was just coming out faster than I could think it through.“What makes you so averse to getting help, Matt?” she said in a very monotone w...y.“Help? Today, everyone has been trying to help me. My best friend, Grant, you know, who’s been my ‘rock’ this whole time,” I alluded to the bullshit I’d been spinning her all year, “came by today and asked me to fuck my other rock, Justine, his wife, because they are feeling bad for me. Well, guess what? I’m tired of all the bullshit. You want. " Thank you darling, I felt sure you would understand."The following weekend they drove to Master Edwards' huge isolated house set in a thousand acre park. Arriving, he removed the luggage from the car, some what puzzled why Samantha had bought almost her entire wardrobe but had packed none of his clothes. Remarking on this to Samantha, she had replied laughingly, "I'm sure we will find something for you to wear darling, now ring the bell." Standing waiting for the door to be opened he was. Like last night, it felt marvelous! She scrubbed and lathered and rinsed, then spent five full minutes on her hair, using the shampoo and conditioner from the shopping bags. She dried herself with a fresh towel and used the new hair dryer in front of the mirror (which also let her see the hallway through the non-existent door behind her naked figure). She chose yet another fresh towel to wear back to her room.It was almost 7:45 by the time she walked into the dining room, dressed in her. I couldn't believe that Rhoda had actually offered that, but I immediately pulled my soaking wet jeans and shirt off, and handed them to Rhoda while I stood there in only my wet T-shirt and briefs. I hoped Rhoda could notice the bulge of my hardon in my briefs but I didn't overtly draw her attention to it at that moment."I'll be back in a little while," Rhoda said as she took my soaking wet clothes and headed off to the utility room where her dryer was located. I was sitting in the kitchen,.