We went to the hotel eatery ordering steak and mashed potatoes.My Kate took out her little sharp pointed blade and sliced and diced my steak for me. S...e knew my stamina was on the low side, after the unfortunate illness. Some of the other patrons looked at us with an air of distain and I wasn’t sure if it was because I looked like some prison escapee or the fact she was a known saloon girl.I hadn’t even attempted to kiss Kate since coming out of my feverish sickness. I knew she didn’t mind. If Bruce had any idea of all the smut Lydia sends over. I smile as I picture him looking at clips with well endowed men masturbating.She asks what I am up to. I reply with a pic of myself naked in the blanket. She replies back with a pic of her fingers spreading her pussy. Of course she is doing that. I text back an eggplant. I am getting a bit tired so I slip into bed. I lay down on my chest; the soft, sleek sheets tantalizing my nipples. Another message comes from Lydia. Oh, wait, it's not. "He cooperated, of course, and when the belt and buttons were no longer an obstacle, I removed his jeans and under shorts in a single pull, exposing the instrument of my planned pleasure. Not as fat as my son Ernie's, still it was clearly a formidable plaything. Ignoring his cock, I reached down to fondle his balls, to an audible gasp and a visible drop of pre-cum. I wiped it off with the back of my finger and put it to my mouth.Ryan was terrified for the moment; he hadn't yet started the grin. It broke my heart knowing I had let him down. When I tried to answer that yes I understood and that I would take and accept any punishment he felt necessary my voice cracked and my entire body shook as I simply nodded and whispered in near convulsive gasps, ?yes, Sir, I understand.? He left me where I knelt and went to the kitchen. I heard cabinets opening and closing hard, water running and the sound of aspirins rattling in their bottle as he came walking back in. ?Here!? he said as he held.