Any excuse to ogle Her in Her lovely outfits and I’m there – a stack of mail in my hand but rather than place it on Her desk, I’m gawping, unabl... to move. She speaks and my mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out. I’ve cum many times with Her vision in my mind and Her name on my lips, and every fantasy is about how I can get to watch Her somewhere and keep watching till She makes the spunk ejaculate out of my wimpy willy. So this opportunity is too much for me to resist, and I can feel. But Calean was slight. He was by no means short, nor was he skinny or weak. Instead, Asiara could see that underneath her robes he was probably muscular in a wiry manner, his physique the product of casual exercise meant to help sharpen his mind rather than the result of intense physical training.It would be a welcome change of pace, Asiara mused, though she would have to keep her guard up."So tell me," Asiara purred, "what did you think of the battle today?" Well, you were quite the sight to. I responeded to family and friends, but my fellow fetishers were left wodnering where I was. I just didn't have it in me. I was too tired...I managed to read the whole Hunger Games trilogy. Then knocked out the Girl With the Dragon Tattoo series (watched all the movies and fell in love with the actress, Noomi Rapace). Finally...I wound up talking to my fetish friends.I didn't elaborate, but I think most knew I went through something. After a few days...I was talked into doing an unlocked door. We moved over onto the bed, and I was laying partially on top of her. "Does this remind you of the night in the motel with Lori?, she asked. I was stunned that she knew, and instinctively sat up. "How do you know about that?", I demanded. She sat up, put her arm around my waist, and said, "Lori told me you two were on a trip, ran into a bad storm, and put up in a small motel overnight. You were about thirteen, I think. There was only one bed, so you bunked together in your undies. Some time in.