The end result was a compromise, I got the workshop of my dreams, but had to rattle around in a house sized for a family of six, honestly I could have...locked all the doors and lived in the kitchen and still occupy more space than our entire narrowboat, but on the plus side I had a master bedroom with it’s own awesome bathroom, and best of all a ‘dressing room’ big enough to house my pseudo stallion in complete privacy. Perfect. Even better were the fields surrounding the house and the barn. “The only two lovely ladies you’ll see are in my hand I’m afraid. Looks like it’s the two of you dropping trousers.”A-2 said, “Fuck that!” and stood up. A-1 stepped in front of him and said, “No one’s leaving. This is no big deal.” He pulled his pants down and exposed himself. Reluctantly, A-2 did the same. “Ok, nice penises, boys. But, I want to see the two of you hold each other until they’re both erect. We’ll give you some inspiration.” She looked over and Brianna unzipped her jeans. So I fucked her and she came, which I imagine answered her question.But back to the story. I got talking to a woman online, whose initial reply stated that she did like having her ass licked (bottom, actually - I had used that word just to help the shy ones who don’t like dirty talk). Yes, I do like having my bottom licked, she said. I like them respectable, polite, ladylike. It just makes the sex all the ruder.We agreed to meet at a hotel, a fancy place that had some vacant rooms so they were. ’ she said looking around. ‘What exactly do you do for a living?’ ‘I write murder mysteries,’ he said matter-of-factly. Her brows arched high at that. ‘Wow, do you write under your name or a pseudonym?’ she asked curiously. ‘I have a pen name. You may have heard of me, Christopher Thompson?’ he told her. ‘Oh, my. I have every one of your books. You are an exceptional writer,’ she said. Her praise made his chest puff up a bit and he smiled at her. Sliding an arm around her waist he ushered her.