As usual, that night I had sex with my wife 3 times, each time ejaculating in her cunt. By then it was 1 in the morning so she turned over and went to...sleep. But I still had an erection, which only my mother could bring down. I lay awake till 2:30. My wife was deeply asleep. She never wakes up once she sleeps. Then I woke up and went to my parents’ room. Both of them were soundly sleeping. Dad was on the other side, snoring. Mom was on the side near the bedroom door. She was in a saree,. ”“I work for you,” replied Amy not wanting there to be any misunderstandings about her position.“In that case, call me Mike,” answered the man with a grin. At the surprised expression on her face, he added, “I didn’t say that I liked to be called Mr. Walters, just that my employees are the only ones who call me Mr. Walters.”Harry laughed as the three of them made their way to the tables. Amy was intimidated to be in the presence of the CEO. She wondered if the man really meant what he said. "You look a little bit worn out there, Kid," he said as he looked down at me with a wanton leer on his face, "maybe you'd enjoy a nice deep massage." I could only think how good it would feel to have his big manly hands on my body."Sure," I replied excitedly, "if you think so, sir." Yeah, I think a nice deep larynx massage would make us both feel a hell of a lot better," he said as he reached over and grabbed a pillow. He had mentioned that term before and I still wasn't sure what he meant. I. ‘That’s better’ he said, setting the glass back down on the table. Smiling at Yusopov he said, ‘Let us go to the Gypsies, what do you say. There we will have women. God may own our souls, but our bodies are our own to do with as we wish.’ Prince Yusupov was done with the charade. Removing the borrowed Browning revolver from his jacket pocket, he pointed it at the monk. ‘Gregori Efimovich, look to the crucifix and say a prayer.’ The monk looked up at Yusopov and from the look in his eyes it.