Your proxies reveled in applying the oils over their breasts and private parts as you commanded them to touch your manhood with their hands and lips,"...her voice quavered recalling the scene vividly in her mind."As the young girls obeyed you, your hands reached out, stroking their heads and hair, guiding them gently to you. My own pussy was wet and my mind envious of their lips kissing and enveloping your cock in their tiny mouths. You pulled your robes further apart and your hands pulled their. "Ells, you're a mensch to bring me a new client.Siddown, siddown. Wouldju like something to drink, maybe a nosh?" He saideffusively. "And you, my dear shayner maidel, may I bring you a cup of tea?Some cake? A cookie perhaps?"They both declined and took seats on the couch. Sid went to the leatherwingback and bounded up into the seat. His legs dangled over the edge nearlya foot from the floor."So, nu? You mentioned something about needing my services. How may I helpyou, dear girl?"Colleen cleared. How do you feel?’ Slim says, ‘I feel just like a newborn baby.’ ‘Really!? Like a newborn baby!?’ ‘Yep. No hair, no teeth, and I think I just wet my pants.’A senior citizen said to his eighty-year old buddy: ‘So I hear you’re getting married?’ ‘Yep!’ ‘Do I know her?’ ‘Nope!’ ‘This woman, is she good looking?’ ‘Not really.’ ‘Is she a good cook?’ ‘Naw, she can’t cook too well.’ ‘Does she have lots of money?’ ‘Nope! Poor as a church mouse.’‘Well, then, is she good in bed?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Why in. . In my mind she had changed. She was not the simple girl-woman I knew. She wore high heels. She smoked. She talked loud.She showed up shortly before six. She greeted me with a hug, and when she saw I appeared numb she insisted that I give her cheek a hello kiss, after which she set her purse down on a table in the living room and went into the kitchen to make dinner.I stared at her purse. It was one of those slick black patent leather purses that adult women carried around. It seemed she moved.