All I can find is that a boudoir was either a bedroom with a fuck-tonne of plasterwork everywhere you looked, usually gilded, or just a photographer�...s studio circa God knows how long ago.”“So no ideas how to decorate my spare bedroom?”Lia shook her head. “I don’t suppose you’ve got some exotic embroidery about the size of a fucking wall tucked in the loft?”“Sorry, no.”“At least there’s one piece of good news. Pop’s organised a chaise and it’s coming tomorrow.”“He ordered a chaise?” I asked,. I tried to prepare her (I'm an asshole, but I'm not mean) for what was coming."The first push will hurt sweetie. The pain will be just like when you gave up your virginity and then there will be some discomfort and then you should start felling good. You're going to love it sweetie; you are really going to love it."I poked the head of my cock at her rosebud and began to work it in a little at a time and then the cockhead popped past the sphincter muscle and BJ screamed out, "No, please no,. The kind of kiss that a woman remembers years after it has gone. The kind of kiss that a woman gets sentimental about when she talks to her girlfriends. The kind of kiss that artists spend years trying to capture on their pages, their canvas, or their marble. The kind of kiss that makes a good girl want to do bad things. The kind of kiss that makes a girl wet. I felt it hot on my lips. I felt it in every fiber of my being. I felt it leaving white-hot trails through my body, tracing the pathways. I wanked my cock slowly,it throbbed hard in my hand and its head seemed so large.i felt so excited having walked in on these men wanking.i looked over at them and they all were looking at me.i smiled at them and walked into one of the cubicles.i shut the door behind me .my heart was in my mouth as i stripped out of all my clothes.the floor was cold on my bare feet as i stood there listening to the wanking sounds coming from the other side of the door.i reached up and undid the lock ion the door.