I watched their chests rise as they each inhaled the fragrance of the rose and smiled. Then, with a light and delicate touch, they took their roses a...d twisted and lightly ran the tips of the soft petals over my cock, balls, nipples, face, ears….It was an awakening of nerves that had been overtaxed and I could tell without even seeing that my dick was leaking like a fire hose in need of release. I gasped when I saw her do it. Mistress ripped off the bloom and threw it down on the floor. With. That is why I came straight from the airport to her house, not bothering to really find a phone earlier.After the improvised dinner, I walked over to the couch and sat in the middle of it. It was a large, old fashion, brown couch with a lot of fluff in it. It had broad tall arms and back. I looked towards the kitchen where she was standing in her blue bathrobe. She was clearing off the table and I watched for a while the gracefulness of her bare steps. She looked at me drying her hands on her. It felt so warm in my palm."It's okay," he reassured me, sensing my nervousness.He was calmer now and his tone was soothing. He'd recognized the warning signs and was no longer rushing me into anything. He was letting me feel my own way.I began to stroke him, gently, listening to him growl as my grip tightened. His young cock was magnificent. My eyes briefly caught his aroused smile and then they dropped to his manhood again. The sight of my white hand on his black flesh was unbelievably. ”“Did you, too... ?” Harriet asked, her eyebrows raised.“Oh, once or twice. Captain Fanning kept the Medusa well provisioned, and we returned to port frequently, so there was no dire need for fresh meat. Yet, on one or two occasions the midshipmen had rat for dinner.”Harriet shook her head at first but then she shrugged. “I suppose it is one of the things one cannot understand without having gone hungry oneself.”The bacon indeed tasted better than spitted rat, and the pineapple slices.