On the next morning, he walked about the town to make a few purchases with Stevens in tow. The worthy manservant was also carrying a list prepared by ...ibby Mason with the items she needed for the household. Upon returning to the inn, Anson was given a folded and sealed note. To his surprise, the note was from a Mrs. Fowler who invited him to dinner at her home. Anson was at a loss, not knowing nor having ever heard of the lady, until he saw a post-script in Elizabeth Maynard's handwriting. “Do you want me standing, sitting, or laying?” I asked. “I’m here for your pleasure. Tell me what you want.” Silently, he dropped down to his chair, which positioned his face perfectly. His hands were instantly on my cock and balls, one gripping my shaft and beginning a soft stroke. The other cupped and kneaded my sac gently. My back straightened at his touch and I took in a long, deep breath. His hands were some kind of new ecstasy. “I love how smooth you are!” he said, excitedly. “There’s no. I remembercomplaining that it hurt, and Miss. Joleen telling me to: "be tough andtake it like a lady." I must have fallen asleep while my hair was drying and Miss.Joleen was doing my manicure, because I remember opening my eyes andseeing your radiant face looking down at me, and hearing Miss. Joleenannounce that it was time to comb my hair out. What an experience tohave heard someone talking about me like that. It was time for ME to haveMY hair combed out. I couldn't wait. I wanted to see. ”“Ok, but I guess you won’t mind if I eat my half out here.”She rolled her eyes and I sat at the table with her, removing the plastic top covering the chocolate confection. It was small enough to be eaten in one sitting, though any of the doctors would disagree. I took the first bite and let out a loud hum of bliss, but Neija refused to acknowledge me and continued watching the sunset.“Goddamn, that is delicious. I meant to get you all cake back when you were in the hospital, but they.