It was nice to be in my own clothes again at least. When we finished, I sat down and patted the bed next to me. “Mandy, would you like to tell me wh...t’s bothering you?”She shook her head as she knelt in front of me. “You might be upset with me, Master. I should have asked first, but I knew my sisters would want to know what happened, so they could pray for you. I called Master Julien last night after we saw you and told him so he could let your other pets know. He asked that we call when you. It didn’t make much sense.He lifted his head a little further. He could smell her fragrance. He wondered what it was. Whatever it was he loved it. He couldn’t tell; perhaps jasmine, lilac maybe? He wasn’t much of a connoisseur, he only knew he liked the way she smelled.He was fully awake and better able to scope her out. She’d done her hair up in ribbons, black ones that matched her hair. Her hair was really wavy and thick. He loved that hair. He wished, if he could, to just sit down one day. As I rubbed him and we kissed it didn’t take long before his hand moved down my leg.Then I felt his hand slide up under my skirt, I opened my legs easily as his fingers caressed the front of my knickers, it was good. I was still rubbing his cock and as he rubbed me a little more I gasped. God I was simply gagging for it, then after maybe thirty seconds or so he moved.He slid off the sofa and knelt down in front of me between my legs, I opened them and he bent down and licked the front of my. "There's more fun to be had sticking your head in a wasps nest. Completely useless bunch. No backbone. No fibre." He held his hand out. "Colonel Snell," he said, "My friends call me 'basher'. You can too." Unusual nickname, 'basher'. Cricket? Bit of a batsman were you? Army days? " I said."No," said Snell. "Before that. School days. Some of my friends seemed to think I had an inordinate fondness for the masturbatory arts. Quite right of course. It's kept me fit for the past sixty years. Can't.