I promised him I wouldn’t.”She got up, and reached behind her back and removed her bra, all the while seeing my penis getting hard and moving on i...s own.“You are bigger than Paul,” she said.“Geez, Faith. Are you sure about this?” I asked.“What are you so worried about? I’m on the pill, you can fuck me all you want and, I promise, no babies!”She removed her last garment and I saw my first real-life pussy, ever.“LIGHTS OUT,” came through the door.“OK,” Faith responded.“All right,” I did as. "Steve put down his empty plate, picked up his wine glass, and after sniffing it, emptied it with a long sip. He smiled and looked me in the eyes. "Tasty snacks, nice wine, and pleasant conversation. What more could one ask for?"I leaned towards him and reached out for the wine glass Steve knew to hand it to me, pausing long enough to let him look down my blouse again. Mmmm. Running my fingers up across your chest, I thought, through the hair I just knew covered it. You licking the inside of my. “I suppose you want...”“Yes. You understand. I have my needs.”“But...”“I’ve explained, before. It’s not much to ask and in return you have your home here without problems. Lady Henderby might not look kindly on a bar-boy that thought himself able to ignore the calls of his betters. Besides, from my recollection, you have not been unwilling in our previous encounters.”It was true, Tim thought to himself. When he had first been approached by this mysterious woman with her half enticing, half. I told you, I’ve been thinking…’ ‘You think too goddam much, is what you do!’ ‘Listen’ he repeated ‘the problem isn’t with my thinking, or thinking too much.’ ‘Well what IS your problem, then?’ she asked, nearly out of patience with him. ‘Uhm, I don’t have a THINKING problem. I… have… a FEELING problem.’ Swallow. Pause. ‘I -feel- too much, and it runs away with the rest of me. You know this. This is why I’m calling you, you know.’ She slumped. ‘Yes. I know.’ ‘I haven’t got any place else to go.