"Paul did so. He could hold it easily. He turned to see Erica puttingon a rubber glove and then he felt Erica's hands on his buttocks, and agreased ...inger push into him and sweep around his rectum. The warmwater started leaking out around Erica's finger, and the sensationsproduced brief a wave of sexual pleasure. Then Erica withdrew hisfinger and made him douche again a couple of times."That was fabulous, dear boy! Now, come onto this mat and let me lookat you."He sat down on a fur-covered. On it was a wide snifter of single malt scotch, a cigar along with a cutter and lighter. Avril really was quite stunning. I brought her over from France after I spotted her working in a local club. She was dressed in the traditional French maid uniform. Her dark hair was pulled tight into a bun and she wore a black and white, white lace gloves, low cut top along with a skirt that barely covered her long slender legs. She walked around my desk, placed the snifter onto the table, cut the. I planned to act slightly surprised to be caught in the situation, but to demurely shrug it off, walking over to my bag and slowly choosing what to put on. I knew exactly what I was going to put on and yet decided that I would ponder two possibilities and ask her opinion, standing all the while in my blue lace underwear, watching how long her eyes were going to linger on my chest. And what of my jeans. Should I dare slip them off before putting a top on? I stood there thinking to myself. What. It was pretty much a disaster.”“And he still couldn’t see it, huh? He still wouldn’t backpedal before it was too late?”“No. Pride, arrogance… he essentially bankrupted us, and soon he’d destroyed all of his professional relationships; nobody would work with him. He was poison in the local construction industry.”“Fuck, that must have been very difficult. He started taking out his frustration on you?”“No, not right away. The thing was, although he’d failed spectacularly at construction.