When camp was over, I went home, and had a problem. I had no one to fuck me. I just couldn't go up to a stranger, and I didn't want to explain it to...my friends, so I asked the janitor of our building who I had been friends with since we moved there. He was about 40, hairy, and in average shape.I asked him what those things were called that were the shape and size of a guy's cock. He laughed and said it was called a dildo. I asked where I could buy one. He started laughing and asked why I. I was able to explain it away by saying that the place was a mess and I never had time to clean it up. I was reluctant for her to meet John. There was no telling what John would try to do. Sure we were friends, but I had watched him take the girlfriends of guys he considered friends. The old rule of bros before hos didn't seem to matter too much to him. Emma was persistent however and I finally brought her over one night.And it seemed like my fears were all for nothing. John was his usual. A platter with freshly baked flatbread waiting on a table. Omar’s mother filled a large bowl with the stew and placed the platter with bread on top of it and then motioned to Mary to follow her. The two women walked to the reception room of the Sheik’s house where he was entertaining the French army captain Le Brun. The old lady handed Mary the food and shooed her into the room. Three pair of male eyes focussed on her. Sheik Omar was sitting on a couch on one side of the room while Captain Le. He is one of your pets too I know; a prize possession. Women lust after James. He is blond hair, smouldering handsome looks, and rugged masculinity, and I know you keep him more for his services in the bedroom that for his skill around the house. He is younger than you, perhaps twenty, and has, so you have told me, the stamina of a raging bull when making love. And now I must watch him fuck Chloe. You whisper in James’ ear, and within a minute or so he is naked, his clothes carefully placed on.