He was still in her. With only slight difficulty, posed by her trembling limbs, she sat back upright again, and resumed rising and falling on him. At ...he bottom of each stroke she performed a slight twist, corkscrewing her hips on the way up and down. His hands reached around her to grasp her haunches. The movements were designed to maximise her own pleasure, but after a moment she realised were working for him, too. His eyes were shining as he looked at her, and she felt a craving to display. During the worst part, I whispered in her ear. Mostly words of comfort and encouragement. "I'm proud of you. You can do it. Ride the pain." That kind of thing.After the endorphins had left her system, I started training her in earnest. "You need to get your mind off of your pain and pleasure, or you'll either pass out, or go insane."How do I do that, Master?" You think of something un-sexy. Something that will distract you from these sensations. Close your eyes, and think un-sexy thoughts."Pyx. She simply cannot be seen with a gentleman for a year, no suitors at all. It's her church, her late husband's congregation that makes the rules I fear. The rules are quite different for men."I nodded stupidly, undressing the woman slowly in my mind."She's barely twenty," my more mature widow was saying with a secret smile. "Married at seventeen, wasn't it?" The girl nodded, peeled back her veil, sat up even straighter and put her limpid eyes on me. She had a soft and pouting mouth, and I. "It is the way you approach them, that matters", he said. "You also have to have confidence in yourself, paint yourselves as 'useless' and that will mushroom in others and they will reinforce that opinion and avoid you like the plague".Howard thought about 'the confidence part' of the lecture. He knew he lacked that for he knew even from his school days that he just didn't have that 'sexual attraction' he still remembered the comment a woman had given him that 'he had the sex appeal of a piece.