"Yes, Sir." I said.Did you not do what I asked you?" he asked. (He is referring to not masturbating over the weekend) "Yes, Sir." I answered.Sir asked... "Are those shoes hard to walk in?" "Not bad, Sir, as long as it isn't far." I replied. "Well I want to take a short walk. Do you want to finish your drink here or as we walk?" asked Sir."As we walk is fine Sir" I replied."By the way I like your coat; one day I might have you wear nothing but that. Have you ever done that?" he asked."No, sir, but. She wished she could stop. It was like a signed confession to her sins. She averted her eyes from his. "Well, if you aren't the blushingest broad I ever saw." Mario chuckled. "After the dog- hair fucking you got from old Nero here, and from the King t'other day, you just ain't got no cause to go redding up like that... specially when all I wantcha to do is help me with my little problem."Mario grasped his long penis and waggled it at her."See? It's got a terrible swelling in it. Just needs a. I followed her up the stairs - closely - and had to resist the temptation to caress the rather lovely backside in front of me. As she walked along the landing, in front of me, she had stopped suddenly and without warning and I had bumped into her as she showed me the bathroom - I got a grin rather than a complaint - then on downthe short corridor into my room.She sat on the four-poster bed briefly, then perhaps realizing what she had done, blushed a little before getting up and pointing out the. "Oh, Tiffany you have a fantastic body. I would kill to have what you have. If I had your tits and ass, I'd wear that suit in a minute. Come on out and let me see it." Kathryn, I can't." Tiffany opened the door and stepped back into the room. Kathryn looked at Tiffany and saw the problem. The bottom was so small that there was hair sticking out from the suit. "See. I can't go out like this."Kathryn replied, "So you have to shave when we get home, big deal." No, Kathryn I don't shave myself,.