But of course in my soul I am as I have always been. A writer. So taking advice from the wordsmiths before me I finally settled on taking the Bard’s...advice, ‘To thine own self be true’. Final closing argument came with these words, from John Greenleaf Whittier ‘Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”. And so… This ‘is my story and I’m sticking to it’. Time to ‘cum clean’ but! If you’ve learned nothing of my style you will only be perhaps disappointed. Claire bucked her hips, thrusting them up against the little red- haired temp's mouth, and I heard the familiar squeal of her orgasm. The little red-haired temp gave her a few seconds to recover, then resumed her tongue-lashing. A couple of minutes later the little red- haired temp seemed to lose concentration, her eyes glazed over, then she moaned and shuddered through an orgasm of her own. A few seconds later she pulled herself together and made to resume pleasuring Claire. That's when she. ” he said.“What would you normally do if this happens?” I asked“Well Dave’s wife would normally …… Erm …. Help …..but”I said “look don’t be embarrassed, I’m here to do whatever you guys need, just tell me, I have to make sure the show goes on that’s why I’m your assistant”“I need to get hard” he said“How can I make you hard”He seemed very annoyed and pulled down his pants and thong, his penis was soft but it was the first real penis I had ever seen. He tugged it a bit, but it didn’t react. I. I really liked her delicate feet."So?" she asked."So what?" I asked.A sneaky smile emerged. She wiggled her feet in my lap. Her eyebrows moved. "Matching? Remember?" Matching what?" I asked, fondling a foot. Oh! Really? "No shoes?" I asked.Cassie grinned. "Yup." Matching?" I asked.Her grin broadened. "Uh-huh."Suddenly I noticed a lack of a bra strap, too. Yet her petite boobs were so firm they still mounded her T-shirt as if supported by a bra. My penis woke up. "No shoes, no..." That's right,.