I still couldn’t believe I got away with it. Poor Henry just wasn’t holding up his end, and I simply needed more than he could give me, and I made...sure that he never went without and was careful to never bring back any “surprises.”Henry was such a love, and never gave me any crap about my lowered libido. I tried my best to be there for him once a week, although even with a gallon of lube it was not very comfortable. I couldn’t help but wonder if he noticed my lack of enthusiasm, but if he did,. She then went and got some pillows out of the closet. "You should be comfortable here." I sat down on the bed and she sat next to me. "Michelle, you've been very kind to me. I don't know how to thank you." She hugged me. "No need to thank me." She got up and came back a moment later with a pair of pajamas. "I hope these fit."She continued as she helped me take my bra off. At that moment, something happened. Our eyes met and I found myself thinking back to the show at the club. How she touched. “You forgot to count that one, so it will be given again.” Clyde told Katie.“I didn’t expect it to hurt so much.” Katie complained.“That is no excuse. Prepare yourself for another stroke.”CRACK!Again, it felt like a straight line of fire on her poor exposed bottom. This time Katie said, “One. Thank you sir. Please give me another one, sir.”“Now you are responding to me correctly. Are you going to stop charging so much on your credit card?”CRACK! “Two. Thank you sir. Please give me another one,. ”“For what?” she asked.“Sleeping with Gwyneth. For sleeping with Gladys; it’s not worth damaging our relationship for.”She laughed and leaned against me. I put my arms around her slight frame, basking in her forgiveness, my nose in her white hair, breathing her in.“This is what I really like.” I told her, “Just being with you.”“It’s what I like too.” She said, holding my hand. “You’re a young lad, and you have your needs. I never felt right about stealing your youth, you know that. I don’t mind.