I placed my legs over the edge of the tub. Just touching myself always felt so good. I thought about Emma and our times together, as well as the diff...rent men I had been with. Alan was, of course, the most satisfying to date, but unfortunately that did not last. I assumed there would be others, just as good or even better lovers than he was. For a moment Corporal Higgins popped into my mind. She was a very quiet lady who, as I said, always greeted me warmly. She kept to herself a lot, and was. What can I do for you?" I already braced myself for another longstory of background information. Clients were always the same."I wish my best friend here is changed into a one hundred percentbiological girl," the one boy said who looked a little more confident andtaller than the other one.I nearly whistled out loud in appreciation. Straight to the point with asolid wish. Why can't all clients be like that? I glanced at the boy whois the would-be transformed girl. Didn't even flinch. That means. Jarvis decided that he needed a shower. He tossed off his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt as he mounted the stairs. He drew his shirt off, flexing his tired, sweaty muscles, and strode down the corridor toward the bathroom. On the way, he had to pass his sister's bedroom.Jarvis might have walked right on by if he hadn't heard soft cries emerging from behind the partially opened door. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he immediately stopped in his tracks and pushed the door open, not. Instead of dwelling on my argument with Edward, I found myself thinking instead of David—his slightly dreamy expression, his pale, freckled skin and short-cropped ginger hair, and most of all his wide smile and slightly bee-stung lips. What a waste of talent, I thought—those lips were meant to be kissed. Better yet, those lips would look lovely sliding over my hard cock. I smiled and sipped my gin and tonic, feeling my cock stir and harden at the thought. Yes, perhaps this morning’s encounter.