I was dressed more like a girl than a boy and being the swinging sixties I was wearing make up. He couldn't resist stroking me bum as we talked and we...moved to a secluded booth. Peter was most concerned that I had a fully functioning cock and that I could cum. I suggested he had a feel under the table and to my surprise he slipped down my zip and slipped a hand inside my lacy pants. I thought he was going to toss me off there and then in the pub but as soon as I got hard he pulled his hand. "I just smiled. Every now and then I forgot about her obsession about not leaving a trace of her passage through this world. This was just one more manifestation of it.We finished the tour, and our guide wound us back through the offices and cubicles to the bank of elevators. "Your meeting starts in 30 minutes," she said. "It's on the 15th floor. Turn left when you get out of the elevator."We didn't have to worry about finding it. Cynthia was waiting for us. She'd worn a dark red skirt and pink. He was a good match for her. “Anyway he swung wildly and I hit him, hard. I would have hit him again, but Mary just said ‘No, leave him, no violence tonight’. And we walked on.We tried The Blue Boar, The Emperor, The Two Birds. Even the whor-, I mean the lower, less respectable places. Every tavern was full. I was getting a little worried.”“You were getting very worried” laughed Mary quietly“I was, as your mother says, getting very worried” He stopped and spat into the fire and then continued. I realized my lips were parted and I was breathing in through my mouth, in a near pant. I continued to pull his last piece of clothing down, until his rear was completely exposed to me. I kept sliding them down, and off, knowing he sleeps in the nude.I added more oil to my hands, and warmed it for him. I reached down, my hands trembling slightly, and I flicked a glance up at the side of his face to make sure he was asleep. That confirmed, my hands finished the journey that seemed to have begun.