I didn’t mean to get your shirt wet. If you wait here I can get you a new one.” I moved to my closet. I grabbed the first one I saw, a beaut...ful red silk number. “I will wait in the hall ‘til I know you’re okay.” “Really, Ceres. You don’t have to do that. It’s fine. It’ll dry in no time on its own.” “Just put it on please.” As I handed her my shirt she looked at me strangely, fingering the smooth material. Perhaps she wasn’t going to change, or. The place had changed some. Another big surprise-facetiosity being my singular claim to fame today.We took our seats. “A beer,” said my chauffeur. It occurred to me I didn’t even know his name. I would now because I decided to ask.“Who are you mister? We’ve been on the road for hours and you know who I am but that’s a one-way street. If it’s a secret I’m out of here now,” I said.“Sorry, it didn’t even occur to me. My name’s Hightower, James Hightower,” he said.“Okay, and yes, I’ll have a beer,”. His body looked like that of a 15 year old with little hair except for his pubic patch. The thought that this little flower could ever take my 9 inches was laughable. He rolled over offering his body to me. His cock was very pale and delicate and stood rigid but was no more than perhaps 5 inches. His ball sacs were hanging loosely between his legs and I was about to turn and do something to reciprocate the pleasure I had just had when Carla walked over and put her mouth over his cock. He looked. “Please make me cum.”There was a soft giggle. I would remember that sound and replay it over and over again.“Mmm, baby.” She knew what she did to me and loved when I begged. I didn’t do that for anyone else.Straddled on my lap, with her fingers inside my panties, she fucked my cunt and rubbed my clit hard and fast. She began nodding her head and whispering in my ear, “Yes, that’s it cum for me like you used to.”My arms wrapped around her holding her to me, kissing her breasts, my hips keeping.