I'll be here." Okay good. Now you better go and do your chores. And remember, not a word to anyone," he said as he pointed his finger at me with a gra...e expression on his face."No sir, I promise," I said jubilantly as I bounded up out of my chair and reached for the door. The lock released automatically when I turned the handle from the inside. As I opened the door, I turned and saw him staring at me with a strange look and a soft smile on his face. "Thank you, Mr. Jarvis. Nobody's worried. . and now that I've seen this [sticking a finger in her pussy]"She giggled and said, "Okay we're decided ... one more thing, how good are you at pulling out?" I've never been asked that question, but as a matter of fact, I'm very good at it," I replied truthfully."Good because in case you haven't figured it out, I'm Catholic and I'm not on the pill."So in a combination of wishful thinking that she was truthful in saying she rarely does this sort of thing (so as to avoid an STD) and my. He stopped by one afternoon to pick me up and saw me in my tight leotard working on the Stairmaster in a room full of people - mostly men - and his face went purple with rage. It didn't help that most of the men in the room that day were in very good shape. On the way home he forbade me to go back, but for once I dug my heels in and told him that the place was doing me a lot of good and I was going to keep on going. He ranted and raved about it for days, but I would not give in. He took to. ” I let out a soft sigh, looking at him. He raises a brow, looking at me with questioning eyes. He doesn't say anything. He’s so perfect; I just want to cling onto him for dear life. I’m on his lap, on the couch in the hotel, stroking my fingers over the back of his neck. Here we go…. “Master, I've set up a showing. You know the ones you've told me about. We have about forty five minutes before people start to show up. There are six people coming to watch you do as you please with me. I've.