She looked at my spent body lying on the floor and carried me to the bath.Part III woke up and found my self lying next to mistress in her bed and my ...ody was still soar from last night and some how I knew this wasn't the end for today because soon after I woke up mistress woke as well and ordered me to fill my enema bag with hot water and prepare a douche for my pussy. I followed her commands and prepared everything in the bathroom adjoining her room. She came in holding a little bottle that. They're not 'gay', but, I've been fortunate to know a lot of these guys who, as I said earlier, needed the extra cash to send back to their wives and families, and if they had to part with a load of unused cum, and to some gringo faggot like me, then it's my very lucky day!This all started when I ran a lawn mowing and landscaping business (in San Diego) ten years ago. I've since retired, but I now have a reputation around town for liking to suck Latino guy's cocks! When I ran that lawn care. I went in and asked for M. Moiret. I was aware from the posters that the show didn't start until eight, and was planning to go and get something to eat in the meantime. M. Moiret bustled into the vestibule waving his arms around and greeted me as if I were his long lost brother. He disturbed my equilibrium by kissing me on both cheeks."Danny, Mon Ami. C'est Toi? Hello, It is good to meet you at last." His words, a mixture of French and English all came across in a very French accent. He turned. He stood for a long time at the ocean's edge, just listening to the waves, feeling the salt air on his skin. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good. He wanted to actually put his feet in the water, but he really hated the cold - and in April, this water was cold. Finally, he turned and walked back to the path. There were a few stores open and he ducked into one to grab a soda. Eventually, he settled onto a bench that faced the ocean and relaxed, letting the sun sink into his.