Slimmer than myself and less toned or defined muscularly, but his body had a look of strength, like aged roots. He had quite a bit more body hair than...myself. Mostly around his chest and arms, yet it didn't travel so thick down his legs. I would say that he seemed to be in his mid-forties, and later I found that to be pretty accurate. All in all, he was a very handsome man, his thin goatee giving him a whimsical look, which suited him very well. He came off quite distinguished, even while being. He pulls me towards him again and I brace for the onslaught. Instead he grabs my head and begins pushing me down. Assuming I was going to get a chance to worship his piercing I bent my knees to get down on all fours. But he kept pushing on my head, first with his hands and then with a foot until I am eye level with his boots, which turned out to be exactly where he wanted me. He then moved his boot into my mouth, forcing it open. I now understood how they were kept so clean, through the tongue. Stella kissed the new man in her life on the cheek and then fixed her eyes on her mother. ‘After my last… confrontation with Roger over his extramarital activities, which, if you recall mother, happened here in this very room not seven weeks ago. I told my husband that if he ever even thought about straying again, our marriage would over. You do remember that, mother?’ ‘Yes dear, but you were…’ Her mother began to say ‘Mother, I was pissed-off with it! That was the third different tart I’d. She had a fairly simple formula for matching the males with the females.After a series of questions and a couple of short interviews, she placed the clients into what she called the "basic" categories.Category one was the oversexed or obsessed with sex personalities. That only comprised about ten percent of her clients. She had found over time that matching male and females in this category was not very successful because they just wore each other out and broke up from sheer exhaustion.Category.