These one-night affairs I had on the road taught me a couple of things about myself. Or rather, those hours on the airplane flying home from some stra...ge city allowed me to stop rationalizing what I was doing and admit to myself what I really needed. Her divorcing me was only the kick in the ass to get me to wake up.I realized women were nice, but that they didn’t really do anything for me anymore. I’ve had my chances and always turned them down, gently. And then said yes when a guy would. They were the terrestrial equivalent of the pirates that terrorised the high seas and thereby helped to make imports so prohibitively expensive. There were rumours of an illicit trade in human body parts used by unrecognised physicians for plebs who couldn't afford proper health-care or, worse, used as raw material in the bio-labs such as the one at the business park just next door to Phil's office.Those kilometres were the only few Phil ever got to see of the England the plebs inhabited. The. Muriel loved her new life, wearing her uniform and the feeling of the three charms that rested just above her small pert breasts. Her wispy blond pubic hair had been expertly shaven by her Mistress. Mistress expected her to be completely shaven every morning, and waxed once per week.Muriel joined me each morning in our large glassed shower where she would soap and massage my body, and I would assist her by helping her shave. The shower has numerous heads some at ridiculously pleasurable. The realization of how much I have missed him slams into me like a brick wall. My eyes draw up to his and meet his eyes looking down upon me. To me, it looks like he is thinking the same thing. He kisses me once more; a mewling moan escapes my lips. I can feel the curl of his lips as he smiles. His voice is soft, brushing against my skin, “Think of it, JJ. Endless orgasms, with my fingers, mouth and cock. I won't stop, not until you beg me to.” His warm lips locks on my earlobe, sucking gently..