This much was clear. This made him nervous. Would it be like he imagined? Would they say the right things? Would they be at ease? Would it come natura...ly? Would she find him disgusting for wanting to clean up their lovemaking with his mouth? Would he enjoy it? Would he be “less of a man” for doing this? For wanting so badly to do it? Was he submissive or dominant in this fantasy? These categories didn’t make any sense anymore. He was a little confused.Later that night, when the k**s were. "Hmmmm ... yes, they did tell me..." was her not so confident response. She looked down to her feet after she responded.I continued the conversation with "I know you've been to see the doctor ... and he speaks very highly about you". She looked up and smiled as I continued "You will be treated very well and paid well during your training. The girls told you that ... didn't they? They did recommend you to me, you know?"This time she looked me in the eye as she responded with "Yes ... I know what. She remarked on how long she was listening as it was well over an hour we were at it. I asked if she was a virgin and she said she had done it twice with the same guy and it was less than 5 minutes each time. She also added that she never thought somebody in their 50’s could go that long, I told her I could go longer, which intrigued her immensely. She was asking how long I thought I could go for and I said “put it this way when I’m out cycling that I cycle at a fast rate for 4-6 hour” her. She was immeasurably mad at herself for being able to enjoy it so much. She wanted to be madder at Jon. She wanted to be able to turn around and shove him. She could not bring herself to do it though. Jon always got what he wanted. That was just a fact of life. Deep down, the fact that what he wanted that day was her still made her happy, like she had succeeded against all of her parents' meticulous interference.Once she let herself go and tried to enjoy the pleasure Jon was bringing her,.