It happened slowly.She dreamed. She thought she was in a vast building, something like a football stadium or basketball arena. She let impressions tri...kle in, savoring them in a way where curiosity was restrained, but not absent.Awareness grew slowly, but steadily. She realized what she was sensing wasn't the vast, empty void she'd first thought. There were levels and partitions. As she slowly grew accustomed to the complexity, she realized that there were people around her, going about. . she would be the “Patróness.”“Patróness.” ... a diminutive, a deliberate belittling of a female. But I wasn’t married ... wasn’t planing TO get married ... probably, maybe in a far distant time and another universe ... I might ... consider a man to be worthy of my talents and time.BUT NOT HERE!And as Macho as these men were ... they knew I was “Sí, Patrón.” They accepted it ... and those who didn’t? I’d beat the living fuck outta them and see them to the door.At least ... that was the. “She’s not coming here for Christmas?” “Not this year. She lives with her husband in Australia. They visit us over the holidays every other year though.” * They had spent the night in front of the fireplace, wrapped in thick woolen blankets, eating home-made cookies, sipping hot punch and sharing stories of past times at the cabins. Whenever June and Edgar had shared a particularly funny moment, they had sent each other loving smiles and winks, and the small touches that accompanied those. She was a fairly petite lady, but had a good ass. To be honest, I had masturbated with her in mind many times when I reached puberty. Never in my life could I have imagine that she would suck me dry one day!She leaned in and kissed me. Mrs. Cassidy spoke in a soft voice that this was amazing. Still holding my cock in her hand, she straddle my body and aimed my still hard cock to her pussy. She looked at me while rubbing my cock in her wetness and over her clit. She asked if this was OK? Without.