We should celebrate, look, have a glass of wine..."The Contessa sipped daintily. "This is nice but it's too cold, Stefan..."Stefan smiled. "Happy Birt...day," he whispered."Birthdays are silly. You still think like a mortal, Sir. I hate birthdays! When I lived in Berlin I knew a man called Reinhart, a mortal. On my birthday he brought me to meet his boss, an odious chicken-farmer turned policeman! Ugh! He was there, that Chaplin-Chancellor. Do you know when he kissed my hand I actually recoiled!. Been a cocksucker since I was 12, and I am quite good at it. I have been a slut to my class mates and neighbours to random strangers on the internet. And loved every minute of it. From the time I saw my neighbour's cock when I was 12, I knew I had drawn the short straw in the cock department (literally :D). My cock, cocklet rather, is all of 3in erect. And on my chubby body it looks ridiculously small. So I have come to accept my role as a toy for real men to use as they please. And boy, have I. But her reaction totally surprised me. First of all, she removed her nighty, which was anyway not concealing any major part of her body. Then she started removing my T-shirt in which I gladly helped her. Now that we were completely naked, she grabbed my rock hard dick and held it tightly. Finally, she put her legs on either side of me and placed her pussy squarely on my meat. Very slowly she started to push herself on my cock. Maybe because my cock was bigger than her hubby's, it wasn't smooth. Can we make a day of it?" We will. I'll call when I get in. I tell you what, meet me at the Chelsea Royal Diner about nine on Saturday and I'll buy you breakfast." It's a date. I'll see you and will be waiting."I couldn't think of much more to say and reluctantly said good-night. The memory of Cindy lingered though. Everyone had settled down for the night and I made ready to lay down on the couch. I stepped into say good-night to Sandy. She was awake and lying in bed with just the night light.