We never tired. I was usually sprawled on top of him and I could hear his heart pounding loudly in my ear as his fingers softly stroked my back or my ...eck. I had been worried about coming to Boston but I needn't have worried.We poured our hearts and bodies out to each other and I realized that if there was such a thing as soul mates, then I had found mine. We'd always said that we were but saying and really physically being together is two very different things. We were perfectly matched. Kim told Taylor that the two of them had discussed other options and were thinking of asking for a donor. I looked at Taylor funny and asked the dumb question, “Isn’t a donor, artificial insemination?” Taylor corrected me that their plan did not involve any artificial means of the donor delivering the sperm. They would have the donor deliver the sperm personally by no artificial means. The light went on in my head, “So they intend to have the donor fuck Kim to save money? Wow I can’t believe. They filled the bra with panties from the hamper. Rolling the stockings over my newly shaved legs was an incredible experience and my cock was throbbing from the excitement. When they added a short, lace trimmed red slip, it was all I could do not to swoon as the silky garment floated down over my shoulders. Cindy pointed out the way my erection ruined the line of the slip and Kim said, "Yes, we had this problem the last time. I guess we'll have to solve it the same way." Since no one asked. Without ever having meet Claire in person, and with no preconditions, it was agreed that I would session her client at 1:00 on a Tuesday afternoon in February.I have always avoided sessions at a venue other than my home dungeon, but in this case I decided to make an exception. At the time I was fifty five years old, six foot tall and one hundred eighty pounds. Unknown to me at the time, was that Claire was comfortable with my appearance, having seen my picture somewhere. At noon, one hour.