So there you have Margie. Something else ain't she?One last aspect of that night was that Shelly and I got so hot looking at Margie's pictures that wh...n we got home that we had a fuckathon starting at the front door, moving to the kitchen table, scrambling on the carpet, sixty-nining on the bed and finally in the shower. But she was insatiable and when I fell asleep she called an old girlfriend over. I woke up when Shelly got up to answer the door chimes. But feigned sleep when I heard them. "Is there anything I can get you, sir?" No thank you. Just don't call me 'sir'. I work for a living." Old joke - you'll understand if you have ever been in the military. She smiled at my feeble attempt at humour and retreated to leave the two of us alone in the remote alcove. As I mentioned, discretion.The curtain opened a crack and my Slave's face appeared. "Anyone around?" Nope." Though large and well-staffed the business was rather quiet other than a low piano concerto playing from hidden. I didn't want to get too stoned in case I had to ride home.We sat in the lounge, Leila finished off a couple of 'roaches'. I sat in a single dusty armchair, not next to her, in case I'd got the wrong 'message.'Eventually she sat looking at me with a cryptic espression. Sighing, she got up and said,"Do you want to come to bed?" Sure!" I gulped.I stood up and she took my hand, leading me through the house to her 'pad.'Her room was bedecked with silk screens that hung down from hooks on the. About a month after I came home, she was running late and although she got my pills out, she left them on the sideboard, I was in no pain so they were not needed, besides if the pain started her sisters and mother were always checking on me (they took turns looking after me) so if I needed to take them I only had to raise my voice, I was not asleep, but just dozing, when I was suddenly aware of a mouth around my member, it felt amazing (my wife had not given me a head-job for years, I opened an.