This day, she called from back in the storeroom.“Rick, can you help me get this box down?”I came like a knight in shining armor on my white steed ...o find her two steps up on a stepladder, stretching up to the top shelf trying to get a box. My eyes instantly followed the slim curves of her waist, over her hips, down her skirt, now lifted well up her thighs as she stretched, and down her calves to her short heeled pumps. I was in love (ok, lust). I came up behind her, not thinking, just as she. Her long dark hair shone and hung loosely over her white flowery shirt and she wore a denim skirt that came just above her knees emphasising her shapely nylon clad legs. "I don't how long I'll be, text me and let me know what needs doing; thanks Pete." She left and I wondered into the conservatory, there was a damp patch at the top, I went outside and looked up, there seemed to be some discolourment in the brickwork under one of the bedroom windows. I came back in and took my boots off to check. “What do you want queer boy?” He said, and it was only afterwards I realised this was the first he had spoken all night.“Fuck me sir, please fuck me, cum in me”I heard more laughter and looked up at Mrs Mistress. She stood filming me, every bit of manliness stripped from me forever.“What do you love sissy?” She spat“I love cock Mistress” I gasped and she walked toward me and thrust the phone/camera into my face“Say it again, say it for my friends”“I........LOVE........COCK!!” I shouted, staring. We got caught up in the heat of the moment." Time has nothing to do with it." Oh, you know about those things, huh?" I'm a woman ... so yeah, I know about those things."Ten miles out of Butte, they passed a man on a bicycle, dressed in cycling gear, a green-stripped polo shirt, black cycling shorts, white helmet. It was cool, but his bare legs were exposed and pumped like machine pistons."He looks like my Henry, she said. "My husband." Henry's a cyclist?" Yeah, he was pretty serious about it.