I escorted her in to Vonda for shaving.I then went downstairs, and got Pyx from work.On our way to the elevator, Pyx spoke. "Master, I have a suggesti...n."Intrigued, I said, "What, Pyx?" Well, Theresa can get away from the convent on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. But, those are the days I work."I don't like having to leave Chef Paul so often. And I know he doesn't like it either. Wouldn't it make sense for me to change my workdays?"She then whispered, "But if you don't want to, we can keep. “You hungry?” I asked Fletcher.“Not really.”I smiled and shrugged at him. “Well, I need something to forget about that delicious chicken dinner. You can have coffee if you want.”“Sure, why not!”I nodded and pulled into the diner’s parking lot. It was getting late, and it was after the evening rush. I had been here any number of times over the years. It’s a nice place owned by a Greek immigrant and usually staffed by members of his innumerable family. We parked and went inside.I held the door. By bedtime I was quite ready for a good fucking of my very sexy wife. She insisted that I get her off twice with my tongue before she even touched me. Which I am always happy to do. I love her taste. And the feel of her cumming so hard. By that time I was very ready, but she just started her teasing in earnest. She stroked and sucked my cock. She kept bringing me right to the edge and then stopping. I was begging her to finish me, sure that she would on one of these cycles. Finally she just. " And it was growing and strengthening, and the more I did it, the better and more durable I got.In November when I was 15, we had bussed down to St. Catherine's and humped their 4th and 5th form females, some twenty-two of them, and had come back that evening telling each other lies. The next week they showed us the game tape, as they called it, and criticized our techniques with the general advice to go slower and deeper and to be more sensitive to our partner's desires. We all wore numbered.