“Welcome to the Pleasure Palace,” he told her as he held the door open for her.She smiled and stepped into the entryway where she was met by a wom...n dressed in a stunning red dress that showed more cleavage than it covered and a slit on the side that reached her waist. She was standing beside a podium in front of another door. The woman eyed Jazzy up and down, and then said, “What is your membership number?”Holding out the ad, Jazzy said, “This ad says I am allowed one free time as a guest. She may be beautiful, but she’s just playing games with you. She gave him an icy stare. What was he doing here? It didn’t make any sense. ‘I’m not certain I want to hear anything you have to say,’ He took her wrist firmly, his other hand pressuring her back, guiding her toward the exit door. ‘You damn well will listen.’ I can just scream, she thought. The security people will help me. All I have to do is yell. But she didn’t make a sound. She was angry at him, and decided to give him a piece. Fulfilling your fantasies is what this is all about, right?" She went to her knees, and made wide, circular sweeps with the sponge on my tummy, sides, and up underneath my breasts. "We," she had said, and stopped herself. I liked the fact that she felt that my adventure had also become hers, and not so much a "you pay me, I do what you say" kind of thing. That was the reality, the arrangement; I knew that, of course. But so far, she made it seem so natural, like she was really enjoying herself.. . ?" There must be a first time and who better than someone you trust, someone who will never disappoint you." But ... I just couldn't!" Very well," sighed the count starting to walk away. "Then learn to be content with your life the way it is." Wait! Do ... do you really think she would... ?" Of course. Every son at some point wishes to bed down his mother and every mother has identical feelings. Most don't because they are frightened. You are frightened, Andre. Frightened of virtually.