’ Misty’s head nodded its reverent concurrence. Willy stepped back. Turning towards his hostess, Willy’s arm was encircled by Brooke’s boob-f...lled hug. She planted a welcoming kiss on his cheek and wriggled her body against his in ‘hello’. Willy beamed brighter as Brooke guided him towards the front entrance. She was pulling him away from past and future concerns and towards his current affairs. Willy could see that Brooke exhibited the instincts of an effective Executive Assistant and he made. It must have been an interesting sight to see—a gorgeous topless mature masseuse leading a completely naked mature by the hand up the stairs. My body still tingled from Rachel’s expert touch, and I was partially excited, partially nervous, about what was in store next.We reached the entrance to Rachel’s and Steve’s apartment and she let herself in. It was small but tastefully decorated, filled with artifacts from years of travel—African masks, Asian wall decoration, European knickknacks. . The Circle, as he formed it, must hold an even number of students within the Orb of Orgasm. Yogi Bar Rah himself was not within, but rather beyond the Circle. He alone remained clothed, his Italian-made stylish but simple one-piece attire was of the finest silk with gold thread embroidery. Clothes make the mantra! Bar Rah was allowed these privileges because he had attained the Ultimate Zensation, Peace of Mind ( and the occasional piece of tail from naive female initiates.) The Circle was. We reached the kitchen area, and entered the “butler’s pantry” - that den overseen by the butler. It carried all the essential utensils and crockery for the house, and in the Institute’s “history of the butler” module it had been explained that at one time the butler even slept in the pantry as security for the silver items housed there.His host spoke, “Mr Freeman, you are to don your butler attire and act as a butler during your visit, to show something of what you have learned.” He offered me.