Nothing except to gaze upon the ample bosoms of pretty girls and enough time spent at court to feed the fantasies of silly old ladies who are fed up o... their old weary husbands.I am quite the charmer, I am told. I can’t help it that I am a head taller than everyone else, built with the toned physique of a god and endowed with a radiant white smile that sends every virgin swooning on my bed. Charm is like nature to me, second only to flying and my love-making expertise. My recent prey is a. A narrow examination couch was positioned close to one wall. The rail above the neat linen-covered couch would have held curtains had modesty been part of the schools raison d’être. A small table held a tray of medical instruments, which had been covered with a white linen cloth. A white clinician’s coat hung from a peg behind the door. Apart from these items, the room was comfortably furnished with three large easy chairs and a chesterfield settee. The only other item of furniture was a. It’s just that no matter how much I pretend, you’re not her. I…I don’t know what to do. And sometimes, when she looks at me, I think she might be willing.”I was a bit surprised. He loved his mom and she seemed to be a good mom, though I’ve never met her. I knew she was a fitness trainer and that he had lost his dad many years ago when he was young. He was a fine young man. I thought that maybe I could take her place but I couldn’t. That hurt me a little bit but I understood that I wasn’t. “Petra asked for a couple pictures of you slut, she wants you on your knees of course” her throaty chuckle sent shivers through me, I knew Mistress was in the mood to play. “First on you’re knees and bend over the tub. Keep you’re eyes closed bitch” I got down on the floor and bent over the side of the bathtub, the tiles around the edge digging into my ribs. I heard her rustling around and then before I even registered the swish, a white hot shot of pain erupted across both cheeks as her thin.