I knew I could fuck him a lot quicker if I had my hands free to tease him with. Again, there came that cold laughter. ‘Not this time, bitch. You kno..., there are so many things that I could do to your ass right now. Just thinking about it makes my dick hard.’ His threat was not amusing. This was the man who sang Back Door Man every night to thousands of people, after all. ‘Jesus Christ, Jim! That’s not fucking funny!’ I said in the middle of yet another hard whack. ‘I aint laughing, mama.’ He. He took a seat on the couch just to watch with his drink in hand. Her hands started to caress her body, her fingers brushed along her neck, her brown hair falling in her face. Her loose tank top showed a bit of skin at her hips. Her hips swayed back and forth making sure he got a perfect view of her ass that sat in her little white shorts. He stood up, put his glass on the side table and grabbed her waist from behind. She kept on swaying to the beat. His hands slid up her shirt and gently. Let thy imagination walk abroad. Read the book and await my return with as much anticipation as my own.With deep love and admiration.Your husband, Henry."Prudence put the letter down and picked up the book shaped parcel. Carefully, she broke the wax seal, folded open the brown paper and removed the book. Turning it over, she stared at the title on the plain front cover."Oh my..." she gasped.**Two days later, Henry returned home.At the gate he was met by one of the servants who took his baggage. " Thank you for what?" I asked him, "Please be specific, James, and holdyour head up and talk directly to me so I can hear you," Mother wastelling Miss Johnson exactly how that conversation went as James walkedout of his room, wearing a black leotard and floral wrap-around Georgettestyle skirt. He was also wearing a pair of tan tights and some balletflats. Mother told him to put on one of the aprons hanging in the kitchenas he finished his work then continued her conversation with Miss.