I don’t know what I do if it is a man, but I can’t tell.My cock is being stroked expertly, with the hand running along the length, resting at the ...nd where it tickles the already over-sensitive head before running back down the shaft. It gently lifts my balls as though feeling the weight and a finger slides behind between my legs and then slowly the hand moves back to my cock to stroke the length. The pressure is just right, not too hard but just enough to move the skin and excite the nerves. I. I understand they are experimenting with a new method which involves filtering the whisky through charcoal.’ She smiled and said, ‘You are certainly a well informed man.’ ‘More a repository of sometimes useless information but in my business you never know what you’ll need to flesh out a story.’ She mixed the whiskey, sugar, mint and spring water and we retired to the front porch swing. We sat and sipped in companionable silence. I held her hand and she moved closer to me. I leaned toward her. She's always been somewhat naturallysubmissive in her nature and when she's not going to be here I mightjust have her earning her keep at my house dressed up in Maidsuniform!"Jennifer looked stunned! "You're joking?" she quizzed, as Sarah leftjust enough of a pause before saying without even looking at her "Wellit's certainly a thought, now that I think about it!" I'm mean; blow it..." She looked straight at Jennifer and said, "Icould even loan her out..." Jennifer's jaw was now open wide at. ”“I’ll get him there today, but I don’t lnow when that will be; he is a busy man, but I’ll tell him the situation.”“That’s okay. We planned for being stuck here for a few days, waiting for the attack to happen. It came quicker than we expected, so we had to improvise.”“Sounds like your improvisation was well thought out. I must get my staff instructed on the value of bleach as a defensive weapon. Your university education just paid for itself, Prudence.”“Thanks, Daddy. I love you for that, and.