I've been in this game too long. I learned a long time ago that they're better kept than fulfilled." Very wise," Lazarus smiled. "But not indulging th...m is very different to not having them. Come on," he nodded conspiratorially, "just between you and me; two men talking. We all have a fantasy. Mine for instance is a beautiful young woman I see occasionally in the park. She knits, very nearly a lost art these days, don't you think. In my fantasy, she's riding me cowgirl style, knitting and. He kissed the top of my head and held me tighter, it was so sweet, but I was done being sweet and trying to act all innocent. He knew I'd been with many lovers before of any gender but I'd tried to seem like I had my libido under control when I was around him. I mostly did, but I couldn't help my hand from sliding down to his jeans to rub my palm against his dick through his pants. I didn't say a word, neither did he. After a few moments, I unzipped his pants and pushed them down. I reached. We were horny again. Mainly, she was. She went to my room and came back a while later, looking hot as fuck.She wore a fishnet thigh-high stocking with heels and stood by me like a model and asked, “Honey, how do I look?” I was awestruck and looked at her. I told her to turn around, and she looked hot and slutty. I had another idea. I kissed her and told her, “I will get you something.”I went back and got an item from my bedroom. It was a butt plug. I showed it to her. She got excited that I. Joe could see that Master John was waiting impatiently, so he hurried through breakfast. Oops, there was that frown of disapproval. Dammit, he had forgotten that the Puritans would say some sort of prayer before and after eating. "Master John, as you must have guessed, I am not a Puritan. Therefore, I will undoubtedly offend some of your customs without intending to do so. Please forgive me for that. I am not a heathen, but was simply raised in a different environment." Oh, now I understand!.