I'm beat. Give me a kiss and I'll get my clothes and go down to my room." After a wonderful, restful sleep I arose to find only Martha was at home. I ...ad obviously slept late. I checked the time and found it was after ten. Oh well, I was on vacation anyway. Martha was sitting on the love seat where we had cuddled last night and was smiling with glee. "I have your breakfast ready Peter. After that I'd love to drive around and show you the landscape of Long Island. I know you're a Geographer.. He sat and crossed his legs ina feminine manner and gracefully placed his handbag on the floor thenrested his hands in his lap. Ellen marveled at how smoothly he moved inthose stilettos and how he crossed those incredibly long legs as he sat.If she didn't know better, she would swear she was watching a fashionmodel. She mentally patted herself on the back for the great job she hadtraining him for this moment.A confused looking bailiff asked, "Are you Mr. Trousdale, GeorgeTrousdale?"In his. She said, "I saw what you were doing. You don't need to be embarrassed about it, it is very natural. I do it all the time."I thought I was going to shoot my load as soon as she said that, but I didn't. I just kind of nodded."Can you tell me what you were thinking about?"I didn't know quite what to say and after a couple moments of silence I thought I had to say something so I just blurted out ... the truth. "You." Me? Really? Do I turn you on?" Um, yeah, you do quite a bit." What do you like. Have you told the girls about this?” I asked Felicia, even as she kept kissing my body and soaking my cheeks with her tears.“No, not yet. Look, Armie, I’m really sorry. Can we please ... can we please just let me finish my time as your girlfriend on a positive note? I’ll be your slut, your sex slave, all day long. I swear it. Hell, I can be that all week long, if it helps. I don’t have my next shoot for another week, yes, starting next Sunday. So, how about it? One more week, at least, as your.