I turned the question over in my mind a couple of times before I understood what he meant. It was only then that I was able to place my finger on what...had felt so different about the parlour that I woke up in. The number of people in it had dramatically decreased. “Oh,” I replied, “er… yes. Yes, I think I shall. What about you?” He nodded and scratched his stubbly chin. “Of course, of course. More coming this afternoon.” I checked my reflection in the glass and winced. “Any chance of a shave, I. Good jobthere's no one here to see... and all I can focus on is the hair brushingmy neck, the tightness of the shoes, the cool air around my thighs... Andthat I'm probably going to be late!I slow down for the last few floors though, I don't want to be out ofbreath, and at the final staircase I pause, looking at my reflection inthe window, ready to straighten myself out... but there's anotherreflection in the glass... Chanteuse, who steps up tight behind me andpresses my face against the. It was less painful when once I,d filled one Sarah loved to hold it up and drink down the contents, but it still Didn,t save my poor pubic hair. Our fire play sessions were magic though. We both loved pop music from the 1960s and even though it was now 1970 it was still the sort of music people sang, danced and listened to and most could be sung along to. Occasionally we reminisced our “courting” days by Sarah wearing stockings and suspenders for me when she preferred those damned tights. Sarah. Penny inquired, "How does a boy, uh, jerk off?" I'll show you." I took my cock in my left hand and started to rub up and down. "This is how I do it, Penny." Can I try, Kyle?" Penny asked. I let go of my cock. Penny gently wrapped her hand around it again. She moved it up and down. The stimulation was nearly too much. I willed myself to calm down. I managed to keep from cumming instantly. Penny rubbed up and down for a minute or two. Finally I couldn't resist any more. My balls churned. My cum.