She turn and saw me watching her, I was embarrassed and turned my head. But she smiled and stood in front of me, her legs parted to display herself.�...I am a slave Sir; there is no need to turn away. I have no rights over my body. Stare at me is you want; you saved my life, you have every right to.”I looked again at her and my desire grew, as did my penis. She watched the movement under my tunic and knelt in front of me; her fingers were cold but her mouth was warm and pleasing. She let her. As she turned to take her leave she winked, before passing the threshold. Now I was starting to feel puzzled and fuzzy inside. Alone again with the receptionist. Odd that no one else was waiting to be treated. The receptionist smiled handing me the appointment card. “I hope to see you again soon”, she sends me off politely. Back out into the fresh air I fetch a smoke from my pocket. Lighting it I address the card she handed me. It seemed normal on the front, the back struck me as odd. It had a. Humm, I love the way you taste with no garlic sauce too. And I especially like your special sauce!" You and your special sauce," you reply, with a naughty twinkle of your own in your eye, "I'm kind of fond of your special sauce too."Smiling, I added, "Good! There's an endless supply whenever you get thirsty." Oh? Like, what if I wanted a drink now, right here?" Ahhhh, normally I'd say yes, but not tonight, I've got nefarious plans for you later tonight." Oh, you'd let me slide under the table. Thankfully, common sense prevailed, however, and he knew that he had to restrain himself.With a gentle prodding, Hank commenced his intrusion, doing his best to discern the level of discomfort that Grisham was enduring. The tautness of Grisham’s manhole was breath-taking and as Hank nudged his knob ever forward, his dad’s revelation echoed in his head. So far, this portal was definitely superior to pussy.For Grisham, his lust was becoming an antidote to the soreness. Much as it hurt, there was.