You can treat Duke like he's... I don't know. How about ifyou think of him as Uncle Duke. Mommy Juno's special friend." She gaveme a leering smile.... "My very special friend." When I was too defeatedto respond, she nodded and told me, "Now go and fetch your booties. Ihave some other cute things already picked out for you to wear."This was unthinkably awful. In a daze, I did as I was told. Returningwith the booties, I sat on the floor and leaned back against the edge ofthe mattress, with. And without further ado, she turned to face me and with infinite slowness began to unbutton the front of her blouse. I watched transfixed as her black lacy bra was revealed to me with its globes of delight.I have to say I hadn’t taken much notice of her during my stay at the hotel up to that point. I had been aware of her, but she would have been, I suppose, about thirty, which to me at that time was quite old. However, I was rapidly beginning to change my perception of her, and to look at her. I do know how much I miss her. There is not a day which goes by without me thinking of her some time. My favorite time is early morning, when I lie in bed, half awake (and half asleep). I like to let my thoughts drift to her, curling up on my side and imagining her spooned in my arms, her delectable ass pressed back into my groin, my cock nestled firmly between her cheeks, my hardness alternately waxing and waning with her gentle undulations. My arms wrapped around her, cupping her perfect. My naked arse was on display to Mr Shepard and the mirror. He pushed me down so that I was bent over the arm with my hands resting on the chair seat. “Now that’s what I call an arse!” he laughed, landing a hearty slap right on my naked bum. I reflected that he was the one using less than refined language now, but I wasn’t going to argue as I spied him reaching for his leather strop. I began to fear it. It looked heavy and purposeful. Obviously, it was a professional piece of kit from the days.