“Sir Brent, did we not do a good job? Perhaps you would have preferred that slave Aaron pleasure you?”“What?! NO!” Brent shouted. You would ha...e thought Jess had suggested volunteering for medieval torture.“Then what is it, Sir Brent?” Jess asked meekly.Brent sighed. Jess reached back down and toyed with his soft cock while he thought.“Look, this is all very new to me...” He looked over to Emma while Jess continued to fondle him.“I really like you, Emma. A lot. And if this is what makes you. "Wow! This is all right! A guy could get to like this!" he exclaimed. "Maybe chicks have the right idea!"She smiled. "It's a woman's secret - the way we unwind."He grinned. "Be as good a place to wind up as unwind," he remarked. "Let's try it." He pulled her around, her back against his belly, and forced her legs apart. To keep them spread to his liking, he raised his knees and planted his feet between her thighs. She raised her own knees to ease the strain and gasped when he grabbed her pussy.. The porter took my case to theroom and I tipped him and was on my own.I hung up my male suit and took out of my case the sexy baby dollpyjamas Sally Anne had packed and put them on the bed. I locked my room and went down to the restaurant for a meal. Itreally felt wonderful walking along in my panties feeling myskirt and petticoat around my legs and having lots of peoplearound me. I sat at a table on my own and ordered a good mealwith wine. I had coffee in the lounge afterwards and chattedwith. It did register on my feeble brain that it wasn't just any smile. No. It was that special smile — not tolerant, not indulging. It was the one that was amused, but in the way that said that he was happy I reminded him, once in a while, that life was more interesting when I tipped his world a little off balance. I drank the rest of the wine. He took it from me, then began to remind me that I had made the smartest decision in my life when I accepted the proposal from this most remarkable man so.