"Yes, very good, excellent. Nice and firm and no false modesty I see. I can't stand a boy who tries to hide his erection. Lovely pair of balls too. Ju...t turn sideways for me will you please?" she gestured for me to turn both ways to show her my cock from both sides."Yes, you'll do, I'll be having you regularly from next Monday. That is unless you want to leave our employement? Do you agree?" Oh yes Ma'am. Yes, anything Ma'am." I gabbled."Right then. Pull up your pants. No, you don't need your. Murielle fell forward with a startled yelp as the shielding around Miranda dissolved. She immediately ran to her dead sister's side, then backed away as the rotten stench overpowered her. She hadn't realized that most of the putrid smell had been contained inside that mysterious shielding, and now she was completely unable to breathe as her throat closed up in nauseous self-protection.Backing away until she could breathe again, Murielle realized that this might be her only chance to give her. This also meant learning to write from other points of view. This was my first story with a section told exclusively from a male perspective. I quickly realised that despite 20 years of marriage, I still had a lot to learn about men! You can imagine the difficulties I had trying to extract background information and ‘advice’ on how men think from my husband without him realising what I was doing, or worse, misinterpreting my motives with potentially serious consequences. This story gives the. I asked her, "Can I escort you home? Just in case." I addedShe smiled and nodded, "Yes please, I'd like that, my mother worries about me," she confided, this puzzled me as she looked as if she was in her mid-twenties, "I know it sounds silly, but she still thinks of me as the baby of the family."I had to smile at that, "So does mine," I confided, "I think they're programmed to think that way." She laughed at that, a melodic happy sound, she seemed to have got over her shock, she placed her arm.