Eddie's fingers inched higher, up between my thighs. As I had surmised, he was working his way up to my sex organ. He seemed tentative and cautious, a... if I might at any moment push him away. I had no intention of removing his hand, which was producing increasingly strong feelings -- strange sensations that were completely novel to my experience. If anything, I was more likely to grab his wrist and pull his hand up to the target, eliminating the delay. On the other hand, I was enjoying the. A single domestic sufficed to serve him, with a woman coming in thrice weekly to wash and clean as needed. He breakfasted and dined at the club, at hours mathematically fixed, in the same room, at the same table, never taking his meals with other members, much less bringing a guest with him; and went home at exactly midnight, only to retire at once to bed. He never used the cosy chambers which the Reform provides for its favoured members. He passed ten hours out of the twenty-four in Saville. She felt as if her eyes would explode right out of her head. The wild fluttering in her loins increased savagely in intensity with each prolonged moment she had to watch the young teenage girl being ravished. Her body perspired feverishly in the warm, close room. The excited heat of the audience around her communicated itself and bathed everyone in perspiration. She could feel sweat trickling down her belly and mingling with the moistly trickling perfume at her pubic curls. She squirmed her. I thought.... There were a few. Anyone who knows me knows I'm a Jimmy Reed fan. To me music is second only to sex, and not by much. I don't want to say I worship the man, that wouldn't be right. I mean, just because I think his birthday should be a national holiday and I think he should be the fourth person in the Blessed Trinity, does not mean I worship him, right? Anyway...I finally came up with a real fantasy. Yes, after all this time I did it. Humor me, alright? I know it is a bit corny,.