” She seemed to melt in my arms, as if a heavy weight was taken off. She wept silently, and her tears soaking into my shirt seemed to wash away all...the bitterness and disappointment that had troubled me for the years in between the past and the present moment. We stayed like that for a long time. Sexual arousal left me and sweet affection for her took its place, like flowers blossoming in the spring. She sat up and dried her eyes with the back of her hands. They were red and wet. “Can I. You don’t know shit about how to make me cum?”“You want to bet”“OK, I’ll bet you. If you get lucky and make me fucking cum, I’ll be your fucking slave for the weekend. But, if you don’t make me cum, you’re my fucking slave for the weekend. Is that a deal?”“Hell no, it’s not a deal! You’ve probably just got off on that dildo and can’t cum. I’m not that fucking drunk or stupid.”“Shit, you don’t know squat about a woman cumming. I’ll prove it to you. Go ahead and smell this fucking dildo. Look. I sat up and removed my nightgown, leaving me in just a matching bra and panty set. I went in for a long, passionate kiss. I slid off his torso, never letting my mouth off his, and slid my hand into his boxers. I started stroking his large cock in my hands. After a few minutes I removed the covers, and removed his briefs. I gently kissed his sack, then his thigh, and then I kissed his lower torso. After randomly placing gentle kisses all over his body, I placed his cock in my mouth. As I moved. “Come,” I ordered. They stood up and quickly came to me. I wrote ‘Sir’s’ across Heather’s navel, and ‘Cunts’ across Jessica’s. “The session is over, you may leave,” I grinned to myself as I spoke the words and made my way up the stairs. Heather and Jessica admired and giggled at the writing. They quickly got dressed and made their way to my front door, where I was waiting for them. They kissed me on the cheek and said, “Thank you, Gil.” “You both are most welcome,” I replied and opened the.