I sucked her lips and parted them to allow my toung enter her mouth. What a kiss it was!. I just looked at her, i could sense the satisfaction in her ...yes,i told her that this is the first time i m doing this, to which she said “i know it.You are a true gentlman”.I again kissed her and started pressing boobs over her blowse.Then i removed her clothes and started removing mine. She told not remove my jockey right now. i said “OK”.I was naked except my Jockey. And she was naked like and innocent. Not so bad. It could be worse, much worse, and don’t I know it. A touch up here and there and I’m reasonably presentable. I pad into the kitchen, still in my fishnet stockings, get the coffee started, wash last night’s dishes.From whenceforth comes this instinct—so immediate and unalloyed that indeed I can only call it ?instinct?—to take care of an alpha male, to satisfy his desires, to feed his appetites, all his appetites? I ponder this question while the coffee drips into the carafe and I. It was OK if I touched them that long, but the process made me want to wash my hands. Distasteful as it was, I realized my mood had improved. Some reflection pointed out that I was working again. After a decade of sixty to eighty hour weeks, the last month had been a nice break. Breaks are temporary. It was good to be back to business.This brought something else to mind. I would never be going back to my studio. Somehow, that was no longer a big issue. My clients had been through this before.. She reminded me that I didn't have to tell the little girl that, but thiswas something else I didn't know about. I told the younger girl that I'dnoticed she was wearing panties and told her that she didn't need tobecause her tights and leotard were like her underwear. She just thankedme and ran over to her friends. I could tell she was a littleembarrassed, and I knew the other little girls asked what I'd told her. Icould see all the little girls looking at each other's butts and askingif they.