Julie and Andy were sitting on the couch, talking quietly. They stopped when I entered the living room. Julie turned on the seat, straightening her sk...rt, folding her hands in her lap primly. I sat in my easy chair. No one spoke as we watched each other. I could feel their tension. They could probably see mine as my ever independent cock was standing at attention.You know I had been programmed by Uncle Bert to control my cock and its eruptions. With much delightful experimentation, I discovered. I could feel Nickie with us too, but still outside us as a couple.This time, there was no need to filter through the memories. I was looking for something.I was beginning to recognise something familiar about the way I saw Maggie. The breakthrough I had made could be seen as the removal of a false skin that had lain over her psyche. Like the crinkled dead skin of a snake after it has been shed, there was an ethereal 'appendage' that I could detect. It hung like a half-discarded sock from the. It was thought they had built the first home on this block over fifty years before.But today wasn't Saturday. It was Thursday and instead of colorful bouquet, the old man carried what appeared to be more than a dozen beautiful red roses.The vision brought smiles to many of the women who noticed him and some had wet eyes of admiration for the devotion the man showed. Today was Valentine's Day and he was going to bring his wife, Evelyn, red roses.A few minutes later, the old man stood proudly and. “Up to you Hun,” was his answer. “No master, it’s up to you; you are my master. He told me he plans to take me from you, I don’t know what he plans; but don’t want that to happen. I told him I would not willingly leave you as you are my master and have been for half a year. What do you want me to do about that man, master?” I asked.“Do you want him?” Master L asked.“No, I want you master,” I replied.“Then tell him you lose Poser and laugh.” Master L said.“Yes master, thank you for not making me.