The shirt was soon off and laying across a chair beside the bed. There I was on his bed… the only place I could think about… watching him… the w...y his hands moved over his skin… I wanted them on me… I wanted him in me. He toyed with me….. touching his zipper… moving his hand over the bulge in his slacks… I could tell he was nice.. and I was licking my lips mentally. He smiled and said No not yet… I think he was enjoying the sweet torture He moved close to the bed and reached down touching my. I was amazed at it for several reasons. I was intimately, if somewhat hastily acquainted with the boys’ penises, all of which were uncut, though I didn’t really understand what that meant then. Believe it or not, I hadn’t even paid any attention to Uncle Bob’s penis when Sally rose off of him. He turned out to be uncircumcised too, but I didn’t know that until later.But my father’s foreskin had been removed when he was a baby, and his penis looked completely different than those I had played. He worked and exercised in the compound every day, for hours, and went to bed early and ate well. On the third day he felt as if he could detect his own energy building because he did not fall asleep as suddenly as he hit the bed, which had previously been his custom.He decided to take a walk in the compound and tire himself a bit. He had just stepped out the door when he saw the white uniform of a nurse approaching at a rapid pace. He guessed rightly that it was the nurse Hilde. He ducked. Not everyone does. Barbara’s question was simple, ‘What should I call you?’ I said, ‘Ma’am or Mistress Cynthia, but you are overdressed for such things. Also, we will need a camera.’ Sean: Many times I wondered how Sheila, Cynthia, felt with a new client. With Don, I thought I grasped a bit of it. He was very competent within his job duties, but felt out of his depth dealing with businessmen. His fishing between stops was a nice way of generating some extra income, but he was making a hash of.