‘Oh dear, I hope I’ve done the right thing. I don’t want to be punished for being a silly slowcoach.’ Helen began to wonder at the thought but...dismissed it as she needed to get her head together to fathom out what to do next. ‘You look wonderful. It was certainly worth waiting for. Let me see you, give a twirl.’ He demanded with a big smile. She did the best she could on high heels but then the slightest movement raised the hem to flutter up and down around her hips, the petticoats still. The figure is crouched on the floor, it's eyes searching the darkness just as a lamp is lit and all is revealed."Just as perfect as always Lillian," says an attractive raven haired woman lying on a bed and wrapped in silks. Her manner of dress, and her curvaceous body, indicates that she is a proprietor of a mass amount of wealth, as well as the highest paid prostitute in the city of Tabriz."Thanks," said the figure stepping out of the shadows and into the light. Standing before the raven. No, it doesn’t make any sense to me now, but back then I had this idea that if I wore a glove and avoided skin contact, it somehow removed me from the sexual act that I performed for them so that they’d let me hold their… dicks.”I tried to make sense of the logic and failed. Kristi saw that and added. “After that it just became kind of a quest, to jack off boys, all with the same glove. It wasn’t the smartest thing I ever did, but the glove kind of normalized it for me and I have to say… it was. Nora was concerned and understood him. After the dinner, he excused himself quickly. He was feeling guilty for staying longer and talking about his life. The night was mild as he came out and started strolling around the block to clear his head. As he approached his house he felt pressure in his bladder for all the alcohol he had consumed. He walked the side path, came by the small tree, undid his fly and began watering the tree. It was dark but soon as he started flowing, the light went on in.