"You are tense... just relax," she instructed me as I tried to loosen the muscles all over my body. Her touch was immediately soothing."Oh... that fee...s really good," I said and it did. I could feel the smile in her voice as she said: "I'm glad that I can make you feel better."You know," she added, very slowly, "it might be easier if you were to remove this shirt so that I can really work my fingers into your skin." I leaned up slightly and she helped my to remove the jeans shirt that I was. Steve cut open the gusset of her pantyhose and slid his hand against her thong-covered pussy mound. “You want it, don’t you Miss T?” “Uh-huh,” was her breathless reply. “You’re going to finish what you started, aren’t you Miss T,” continued Steve, “if we let you go, you’ll take care of us real good, won’t you?” “You know I will,” Miss Trottle promised sexily. “Hot damn!” said Rich eagerly stroking his hard cock. Steve stepped back from behind Miss Trottle, and without a word, she slipped. “No, it’s just that when I have to go sometimes I get an erection and it makes it harder to pee,” I said.“I see,” she said. “Regardless if you have to go then do it. I’ll just stand here and wait until you do that so I’ll know when you’re gone.”I said, “Are you sure? I can just leave now.”“Just do it and get it over with,” she replied. Seeming to have no other choice I pulled my suit down freeing my still hard cock. I really didn’t have to go so I just took hold of it and stood there. Recently, I had the privilege of viewing his personal papers and I came across the unpublished version of his best known work. It centered around the sixteen year old, Katrina Van Tassel, the only daughter of Baltus Van Tassel, a wealthy landowner and widower. Katrina was of average height and looks, a little heavy but shapely, with shoulder length brown hair. She was the subject of many mens wishes, seeing as whoever married her would inherit Daddies estate. Nearly all the eligeable males in.