“ No matter, if you don’t feel you need any assistance, then I’ll be on my way.” And with that she turned to go, giving me a view of her fanta...tic rear, thin grey cloth stretched over firm shapely buttocks. “No. Err. I mean yes. Err… wait…” I stammered as I struggled to stand up. She turned round and her gaze immediately dropped to my thick bulge no longer hidden by the desk… A look of hunger came into her eyes as she murmured almost to herself, “Wow, I love watching a guy get off … turns me on. He turned the key and opened the door. Moving the luggage into the living room, he closed the door soundlessly, not willing to wake her up. Greg shrugged out of his jacket and removed his shoes as he proceeded towards the bedroom. Greg opened the door and he couldn’t stop smiling. Sprawled on the bed, his Ashley looked small and vulnerable. She had a teddy clutched close to her heart. It was the same old teddy bear that he had first gifted her. Whenever he was away on a business trip, the teddy. “So it was reported that fucking me is an especially cruel punishment. I’m sure a more sensible soul would feel hurt by such a thing,” Roban replied smirking.“Don’t take it like that. People are all very different, what’s punishment for someone can be a reward for someone else,” Jenaya laughed.“I’m sure you’re right, as you know much more about such things than I do. Still, I will have to decline the offer to become your Queens executioner. I’m not far enough along in my education to try an. On arrival, Willie greeted me in the front yard of her home. When I say "greeted me," it was NOT with a handshake, but a very big hug (remember in Part #1 of this story I said she was strong). We made eye contact, and she led me into her house.Willie's decorating was not to my taste, but it was consistent with her attitude toward life. Her decor was quite Bohemian, with nothing really matching anything else. It wasn't that she could not afford matching articles - she was simply expressing.