Breathlessly, she squeaked, ‘Oh, thank you Master. It feels so…so good.’ ‘You’ve been a good girl tonight. Now, I don’t want you coming to... quickly.’ ‘Oh no, I’ll try not to, but please don’t stop.’ Kissing the nape of her neck, I gently commanded, ‘Get up on your knees, but keep your head down on the table.’ All she needed was a gentle, teasing finger tracing along her inner labia to set her off. The metaphorical water balloon burst, sending a heavy spray of fluid rushing down her legs and. ’ She giggled. Yes giggled although she was into her forties. ‘Now tell the truth naughty boy.’ Doug was thirty-two and only his mom still referred to him as a naughty boy. He was taken by Kitty’s relaxed manner, nudity and obvious skill in handling him. He had the outrageous thought about how much of him would she handle. God, he’d only just met the woman. ‘Ruth Johns of Ragland told me about you.’ ‘Oh, dear Ruth. We were at art school together. I bet you didn’t catch her home alone?’ ‘No,. I was beginning to think that changing the dynamics of meeting Feleena had to have seriously derailed the march of events that led to my Uncle Ty Ringo’s untimely demise. Now all I had to do was make sure things stayed changed. To that end, there would not be many more visits to Rosa’s Cantina in my future.Molly did have me some chow warming on top of the stove in the form of a couple of thick slices of ham and a half dozen biscuits. Molly also looked extra fine that morning, so I waltzed up to. Randy laughed. ?Your nothing, you?re shit, who?d want you for an escort?? ? Greg burst out crying, again, with Randy kicking him and shoving him on the ground. Hours later, dusk came, and he was still a quivering mess on Randy?s porch. Randy opened the door, and told him that he knew one way he could stay ? he could sell his body like the other male whores in West Hollywood. Greg cried, bawled, but eventually gave in. He had no choice. Randy offered to make it easy. He would pimp him, taking.