But for some new to edging, it needs to be said. Don’t just edge him once and assume you’re done. Depending on his stamina (and how long it’s be...n since his last orgasm) it can take a while to build him up to his first edge of the night. It’s important to think of it that way: “first edge of the night.” Because once you’ve guided him to his edge - and stopped - he is still highly aroused, and edging him again becomes easy. All that build-up was time invested to get him to his most blissful. So they both had the costumes, and depending on the audience, worked up routines of varying eroticism.For instance, a powerful ruler who had previously already seen the deadlier skills of the caravan troupe, and knew that the two were John's wives, might get to see quite a bit more of a display than a crowd of townsfolk, perhaps even the womanly fountain. It could be very lucrative, and at the least, would satisfy a nasty urge in Zithrusa.All of the caravan troupe's costumes enhanced and. Fran saw me and said something to the girl and she unlocked the door and let me in. The girl flipped the sign to “Closed” and shut the door behind her. “Sorry I didn’t call ahead, Fran; thanks for letting me in,” I said appreciatively. “That’s okay, Ben. You’ve haven’t been here in a while; meet my new assistant, Marcie,” said. I shook Marcie’s extended hand. It was a warm and soft handshake and she held my hand too long. Her eyes stared mysteriously at me as I took in her features. She had. So one night I told her that she was going to have to find herself a couple of horny studs to scratch her itch when I couldn't. I explained to her that she was fucking me to death - literally - and that since I couldn't keep up with her and the lack of sex was driving her up the wall, she was going to have to find outside relief if she wanted our marriage to survive. She started crying, said that I didn't love her anymore - I couldn't love her and ask her to do something like that. It took.