She’s so pretty, and she was only trying to be nice to me. Still I knew John was right. Janice looked up right in John’s eyes and said clearly ‘... apologize John. That was uncalled for.’ See she must already have been trained to respond correctly. Still I bet her nipples did tug at her at least a little. A girl can tell. She had been trained but I still needed to be told. Or corrected. By him. Which is not always a bad thing. (Smiles!) John grinned at her and nodded kindly. I knew he would. He’s. "She smiled and sat up straight in her chair."You have a kind way about you Byron. You're the first person I have spoken to about this in years. My sister and I talk on occasion, but she's busy with her husband and their children and I don't wish to bother her."Cynthia patted Byron's hand."That's my sad story. You are sweet to listen to me ramble on."Byron smiled and they sat silently for several minutes, finishing their drinks, each lost in thought. Then Cynthia stood up."I must be off and you. ..At the base opposite the pillow was another arm, it looked length adjustable, with a box that had a metal rod sticking out towards the bench. The rod was threaded at the end, and the box had an electrical cord not yet plugged in. It also looked like that arm was removable.I knew what that box was. John had told me one of his fantasies was having me ride a fucking machine while I sucked him dry. That was a powerful fantasy for him, and he would fill my mouth with his sticky cum every time he. Conrad will arrange them so you will be able to see plenty.” By this time Derry, Wim and I were down to our underpants. The women provided a wonderful display of erotic lingerie. Audrey was in black bra, knickers, suspender belt and stockings, because she knew that was how I liked her. Sophie, in keeping with the silver dress now hanging in the wardrobe wore white: bra, knickers and hold-up stockings. The knickers did nothing to conceal a prominent mound. The beautiful Hannah wore less than.