He looked down and was taken aback by the multitude of women who were arriving; had they all come simply because of him? Why? He considered he was not...ing 'special' as men go in women's eyes. Hortense mixed among them, as ravishing as ever-this time clad in a full length one-piece pencil skirt made of silk. Her hour-glass shape and the bottom he had worshipped accentuated delightfully by the costume. Even from here he could see the majority were middle-aged women, some older, the youngest in. “You didn’t expect Jill’s friends to live in a dump, did you ?”, said Rachel rolling her eyes“The place smells of money”, added Jennifer“I love that smell”, said Rachel, “pussy and money”.There were already 3 cars parked in the large circular driveway. Lots of room. The ladies had been told not to wear much as they were “not going to have it on for long”. Rachel and Jennifer were welcomed by one of the owners, they presumed, who was topless and were only a small apron tied around her. Every time one way or other she used to cling to me and whenever chance had come she stamped warm kisses on my cheeks.Whenever we went out on the bike, Maa’s boobs tickled me on my back. Her hand on my shoulder or around my waist is a sweet moment for me.Then one day I saw an invitation for a Personality Development Training Programme, inviting participants. The Programme was conducted in a 5-star hotel. And each participant is allowed a companion. Only 20 participants on a first come first. "She spent hours preening herself and sitting in the reading rooms and attending balls with some old witch, fluttering her eyelashes at every young gentleman and old now you mention it, that could still get his manhood to stand." So shall you have her?" I asked."If she wishes," Phoebe agreed."And if not?" I asked."Perhaps a night at the 'Red Lion,' whoring for Mr Binks will change her mind," Phoebe suggested, "That or the threat thereof." Yes, yes indeed." I declared, "I thank you." But sir, My.