”“Milord you won’t stay? Even for the night?” she blushed demurely“No…” He said as she slid her hands up his frock. He wriggled his h...ps to be ‘reluctant’ as she unbuttoned and unleashed his cock. He stood still as she pushed her head up under his robe. The difference in what she did before and now were completely different. While few blowjobs were ‘bad', her previous attempts were intense, forced, and soulless. She likely learned in the midst of a terrorizing rape, or some other. He decided to join a church which questioned new members instead of just giving them a creed to recite. The questioning went like this: “Brother Don, do you believe in sin?” “Brother, I certainly believe in sin. I was a detective in the Tenderloin for years, and I saw sin by the truckload.” “Brother Don, do you believe in original sin?” “Brother, I’m afraid I don’t. I was a detective in the Tenderloin for years, and I saw sin by the truckload. Not one of those sins was original.”In the services. I'm walking towards you as you walk into your home. You leave the door open and I follow hesitantly. I'm out of my element now since I have never gone home with a stranger before. You are now grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge without asking if I want a drink. I take a glass anyways and you lead me into your room. Not a word has been spoken. We both know what I am here for. Slowly you approach me and slide-open the buttons on my blouse one by one. It's second nature to wrap my arms up. I cannot tell whether she did not understand my gesture or if she is just shy and reserved. She gets closer yet leaves some space between us. In moving 20 or 25cm further, she still would not disturb me or anybody else, and she would also see the action in a much better way.Without even thinking about it, I move my hand and place it in the small of her back. With a light pressure, I push her to come closer. A gentle yet firm move.I sense the tension at the very moment where I place my hand on.