I had made application for an overnight stay. I filled out the numerous forms. I submitted detailed information on my preferences and predilections. I...submitted my dimensions and clothing sizes and had provided detailed information about what physical type of man I most preferred.If the Spa delivered half what it promised, I would soon be in heaven.I sensed a break in the trees and as I swept into the open, a mansion rose ahead of me. It was a small chateau of elegant proportions with extensive. ’ Excitement coursed through Jacques veins. He was shaking, quaking and sweating. He could hardly breathe and his heart pounded so loudly he was certain that everyone in his small town must be able to hear it. With wobbly knees he went over and locked the entrance door. Returning to the table he hovered near the beefy blond who had made the suggestion. Surely this was a wind up? Surely they didn’t want him down on his knees, under the table? But they did. The beefy blond cupped his hand around. .." Mrs. Riley, if I may, I'm not here to cause you any embarrassment or difficulty. But, well, Sean saved me in the joint, and I promised I'd at least try to get him word about you and his children if I could. Could I—would it be all right if..." She sighed, stepped back, and opened the door wider so I could enter.Ten minutes later, coffee on the kitchen table in front us, the two of us, I got the story. Sean had told it straight. She had been screwed and screwed over by a druggie. And, the. Breathing in her female musk mixed delightfully with the scent she wore and soon my traitorous cock was rising against me. I could just reach out and ... No! don't even think about it. She must have sensed my increased tension. "Relax. That's an order." I tried to breathe through my mouth, think about something else, and after a few more minutes managed to convince her I was OK."Thanks Abby. That was perfect. I feel much better now." I said.Instead of her moving away, Abby knelt beside me and.