If only , he thought, Ihad stayed with her and not left her for Grace. If only I hadn't began gambling.If only… If only… He had once been a free...man, free to do what he wanted when he wanted itand free to have sex or masturbate when he desired. Now, he was nothing more than a servant, legally bound to Virginia for atleast thirty six weeks. ~~~ Virginia chose to wear a soft pink woollen skirt and jacket with beige stockings.No leather clad dominatrix rubbish for her, she wanted to be soft and. I could feel her pussy starting to become more and more moist with every stroke of my fingers.Although I did not have a lot of experience, I did know from reading Playboy and Penthouse magazines, that most women did not like to be fingered too hard.I made sure I moved my fingers slowly and gently and would take my fingers completely out and then re-insert them. She seemed to experience more pleasure each time I penetrated her pussy.Lily looked at me and said, “Do you want to go somewhere. " Not exactly." Hey, do you know her birthday?" No." See if you can get it. And don't worry about lunch." I can make up for it and take you to dinner tonight." Don't worry about it." But I don't like standing you up." You're not standing me up. You stand somebody up when you don't call and don't apologize. We can have lunch tomorrow or something." Well, I don't like doing this to y--" Hey. Do it. Get it out of your system. And leave early. You might hit traffic."The taxi ride to LaGuardia did. I shrugged and didn’t answer, the plain reason being that I didn’t have an answer. Hazel eyed me, her look questioning. ‘Come on, Carl,’ she said, somewhat belligerently, as though the failings of my sex could be laid at my door. ‘Tell me, you’re a bloke, tell me what it is that I did wrong.’ ‘I dunno, Aunt Hazel,’ I replied, more than a little uncomfortable at the position I found myself in. Drunk people make me nervous, I don’t know how to handle them and, in the few times I found myself.