If you’re honest with me, I’ll help you. It’s that simple. Now choose.’“It was by far the best offer I’d ever had, so I took it, although ... kept expecting him to use me somehow, or perv on me. But he didn’t. He did look after me, far better than my so-called family had. He called me ‘Nimfa’, which is Russian for ‘nymph’. I kind of liked that. It was certainly a lot better than most of the names I’d been called.“Gregor… that was his name… Gregor made me work, wouldn’t let me goof off, and. Trailing even lower, when he planted a warm lingering open-mouthed kiss over her sex right through her damp panties, licking all around her garter belt, even gently scraping at her pussy with his teeth, till she could actually feel her pussy flooding, she let her eyes fall shut and let out a deep desperate little growl. God he was just so wicked. And he was driving her so fucking crazy and her need was so acute, he had to know he had her nearly crawling out of her skin, never having felt as. But damned if I didn’t try and the harder I tried the more determined I was to have it happen. So since we had agreed that we were only experimenting, I decided I was gonna try it with him the next day. But I had to make it seem like it was unplanned. I gave up trying to suck myself, went to bathroom and cooled myself down with cold water. Needless to say, was somewhat a restless night.The next day seemed to drag by until he finally called and said he was free. Tried to be calm and cool on. Fortunately, my wife of some forty-odd years was out of the house when I read her magazine and couldn’t spot either my stunned expression or my reaction to the ‘Dear Abby’ letter. The truth was that that was where we had lived and yes, we had a huge amount of extras at the time.To be truthful I was so stunned I don’t know what was the recommendation as to how to deal with the situation. I do know that having read the article, I put the magazine back on the coffee table and that by the next day.