" Bald?"“Yes,” she admitted.“I like it that way. Let’s continue. I think one of your best features, Abby, is yourbutt. You've got a lovely but.... Show it to me, please."There were lots of ways she might respond to this request . . . including clothed and unclothed or not at all. If she decided to expose her behind to me, I wanted to give her freedom of expression. Abby had the curious habit of looking at me, as if making up her mind, and then suddenly acting. Again, she stood quickly and. The second dose found me ready for the sensation and I moaned as he worked first one and then two fingers very carefully and slowly past the portals of my nether opening. He was not miserly with the KY either. Again and again he put more of the slippery stuff on and in me."Oh, god, Phil, I think I'm ready," I finally moaned in semi-frustration at his finger teasing. He chuckled."OK, you lube me up and get me ready. I want you to see what's going in there."He moved around on the bed until he had. Then I decided to make a move as her destination was fast approaching. Her legs were resting quite close to the gear lever of the car and so I on the pretence of changing the gear slid my hand along her thighs. My heart was pounding as I waited to see how she would react. She didn’t react at all and instead looked at me with an innocent smile. I didn’t understand a thing but her next words excited me no end. She said if I was interested in touching her thighs why don’t I do it with her jeans. ’ Doctor Stephanopoulos asked, ‘What did she do to the architect?’ ‘He became her indentured servant for fifteen months. He has to do whatever she tells him to do, whenever she tells him to do it. He feeds her horses, cleans out the barn, but most of all she made him into an architect.’ ‘I thought he was an architect?’ ‘He was fresh out of school with a Master’s Degree in Architecture. He did that because his mother and grandmother wanted him to be a part of the firm. His goal in life was to.