That’s why, when I’d sleep at her place, we’d just cuddle with all our clothes on. We’d lay on her bed, over the sheets, and we’d hold each ...ther until we fell asleep. That night, she had just laid her head on my shoulder, which made it way easier for me to slip out of bed without waking her.As quietly as I could, I walked into the hallway and went down the stairs. I calculated each step to make as little sound as I could. I was approaching the living room, step by step and the sound of the TV. While they were a lot more sensitive than his old nipples and chest, the greater pleasure from playing with them was nowhere near what he expected from his reading and viewing.Still, it felt good. Very good. And it made him feel more sexy. He began to feel some reactions between his legs. Not the ones he was used to, but reactions. He started rubbing his legs together while he kept playing with his breasts. As the feelings increased, he let his mind wander. As he slid his hands down his belly. Understand?" Yes master," she answered meekly.He blinked, and took a breath."Why'd you call me that?" he asked her, putting his hands on his hips."Mr. H says that's what the boys like. And if I don't he hurts me," she said, barely looking up at him.His temper flared."Where's this Mr. H?" Roland asked her."He's in that house over there. It's where I'm supposed to take the boys when they want to fuck me," she said, pointing to a house north."Take me there," he said, following her as she. I could hear her walk to the dryer and remove her blouse. She then walked back to my bedroom. She pulled out the ironing board and neatly ironed her blouse and after she was done, she went to the bathroom to gather her remaining clothes and placed everything on the ironing board. We remained silent as all of this took place.Next she removed her towel but before she put on her clothes, I spoke one word to her, “Otra vez [again].”Martha stood there naked in front of me and I could see her mind.