Not...a great d-deal, Master,“ I answered. Which was true. Most of the guests seemed to prefer to fuck me in the normal way.„So...ahhh...so...you'...l be quite tight...“Yes...M-Master...I think so...“„Well, I'll soon find out.“ Against my belly, as I lay half on top of him, I felt his cock stiffening. It did not seem to large...for which I was most thankful. He went on probing with a finger. I hated it...oh how I hated it. Yet, it was going to go worse. Far worse.„Would my Master like me to use. "Andrew Cartwright took her hand. "Please call me Andrew?" he said."Only if you call me Libby." I shall be pleased and honoured." Pah!" said Timermat grinning broadly. "So, Libby, apart from sunning and swimming, what else have you been up to?" Practicing Chopin nocturnes and waltzes for you to coach me on. There was a lovely Bechstein at the villa." Good! Good! I look forward to listening to you. In the meantime we need to talk business with Andrew."Libby nodded."What I suggest," said Andrew,. Then she asked me to give her a hand and we went out to her SUV and I helped carry in a satchel while Jaye Lynn brought in a folding massage table into the Florida room and plugged it in. She took an attachment of sort from the satchel and slid it under the table She said it would be a couple of minutes for them to get warm. Then she kissed me. I kissed her back. Jaye Lynn undressed me and helped me onto the table and told me to lie on my belly. She then began massaging the warm lotion from. Randy turned. Looked up. Looked down. Skated a glance at Her boots.Shakily, looked up again. "Ms Alexandria?" Yes."Dumbly, he got out of his chair, knocking it back to fall, and gracedher into hers. She sat. He looked at his, blushed, picked it up, andsat. Reddening.Randy tried to be polite. "What are, er, you dri---" He faded on this."Order us some dom perignon. A bottle."The waiter came over. Randy ordered, but he blustered. He had dressedup for this interview. Bad suit, bad tie, bad shoes..