In the dark I could barely make out that he was still in his robe as he stepped up to the bed. Fighting the fog of sleepiness I reached out quickly my...left hand, groped my way through his robe and grabbed his cock.“Wait! What are….”?“Don’t talk. Just be quiet.” I had to be very quick before he moved away. If this did not work I would be too embarrassed to ever try again. “But you shouldn’t….”“I said don’t talk.” With that I took my right hand and threw the covers down off me. I was lying. I then asked her to change her clothes for the massage session.She had kept the oil and packet of condoms ready. She changed and came out in a towel only.Since it was my first experience I got too excited. But I somehow controlled myself as I was being paid for it so decency was mandatory.She lied down and I removed the towel. I took some oil and started massaging her back. She was feeling good. I was in no hurry. Slowly I massaged near her neck and ear lobes. I touched a bit of her boobs from. Neither the manicured lawn nor the marble steps under his feet weakened his resolve. He would storm this castle, confront its master, and take his wife from this place once and for all. No longer would he wait for the spoils of another man like a timid peasant resigned to gathering table scraps for sustenance.It was more anger and desperation than epiphany that drove him through the heavy front door that opened easily against his weight. Once inside, the opulence of the house's interior was. Of course in the end I always failed to live up tothat... So I dropped that pathetic joke. I managed though, to take outmy resentment for my less than memorable teen years by writing for Teenfic magazine.It was then I met Linda. She was the first woman I met who proved thatwomen could feel something more than pity for me. For a time I thoughtsomething was happening. Then I began to realize... she thought I wasboring. I had to give myself a past. I had to call on that power again.So I created.