"You're absolutely radiant and, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I've ever had the fortune of knowing. You've made me a lucky man, far beyond...anything I could possible deserve."Cleo could feel the embarrassment welling up in her cheeks. Her face going warm as she stared at him. She studied his expression for a long moment, trying to see if he was having a joke at her expense, but she couldn't see anything but a serious and entirely honest expression in his face.His face moved, about to. Not better, but I was back at my highest level of energy. In those three days I had also established a routine that I enjoyed.Every one of those three mornings, I dressed like an Eskimo, started Gus's bike, then rode to breakfast at the local Hardee's. On the morning after Kate and Martin left my apartment I picked up aTryon paper there. In it I found a story about middle aged and older, men and women who walked at the two malls in Tryon. After that I began a new part of my morning routine. I. .' I muttered, 'don't I need to earn money?'The master's briefcase was on the coffee table this time, open and filled with important-looking documents. It was his job to earn the money.'And it's my job to make him feel good,' the woman in the picture smiled at me, as she reached over and stroked his penis through his pants, while his hand gently cupped her bosom, gently encouraging her.'Join me!' She was happy, content, loving, caring, without a care in the world she knew her place and what was. I heard his breath catch, and he hardly breathed as I kept licking, long soft, teasing strokes, running my tongue around his head. Finally I took the head of his cock against my wet lips and sucked him in just past the head. He moaned, and I slid his cock back out, teasing again. He hand slid around my head, fingers twisting through my hair and pulled my mouth back onto his cock. I reached my other hand down to grab his balls, tugging on them, wrapping my hand around the balls and shaft.