I don’t deny that I take satisfaction that I made it to the top, while my father never rose above the middle. And perhaps partly it was that being b...ck here alone for the first couple of months, except for those weekends he arranged to fly to Boston, I fell back into my old pattern. Sex didn’t play much part in my first marriage. And I can’t say I really missed it then. Meeting one another changed both our lives, but Winston’s more than mine. His flying days were almost over anyway. He was due. I came, cum leaked every where, I showered her face and soaked her but she just stayed there gently licking my juices and allowing my orgasm to subside.I still lay in Simi’s lap and she gazed down at me in awe. She said Master would be very impressed with me and I would be treated well. I could tell she was very turned on watching me being worked on and I offered to attend to her needs. She declined explaining it wasn’t in my place to have to do that. She said she would be honoured if I would. Her ex-boyfriends were assholes. One of them dumped her because she refused to fuck him without a condom. I comforted her and I had my hands all over her thighs and waist. She was very weak and sensitive towards me. I figured I've given enough for this girl to absorb and digest from me so I should drop her home and have a few more dates before fucking.I dropped her home.The same night I got another wechat message from Lulu. She was stranded at night because she got off her bus at the wrong bus. I remember so well the first time I stayed overnight at his new apartment. His bachelor pad, he wryly called it. His midlife-crisis-pad Mom sometimes called it. Other times, when her voice was louder, and scratchier, she called it his whorehouse.We had a great time. We started out while it was still light at this bar around the corner from his apartment where it was apparently okay that I stood by Dad and sipped at my soda, then took more quarters back to the pinball machine. There were only a.