The phone rings five times, then my clear voice answers,"Hello slut." "Hi there", you reply."You will address me as Sir, until I feel you are good eno...gh to be my whore." Yes Sir." Do you like the idea of being a whore for an older man like myself?" I inquire."Oh yes Sir, very much so."You don't believe you just admitted that to a total stranger. Your cunt starts to drip."Do you like being called dirty names when you get used whore?" again I inquire."Yes Sir." Do you consider any names. Jim did but had never had equipment like this to work with. “Someday,” he thought.“Jim, how about if you take a shower while I put the coffee on and then we can talk?”“Great idea – show me where to go.”Lisa led him through the spacious home to the master suite. The master bath was spectacular. It had a separate “powder room” and then the bath itself. All tile – floor, walls, and ceiling – with a huge Jacuzzi tub big enough for four people, a floor drain in the middle of the room, and multiple. But she hiked it up giving me a nice view up to her knees. A little touch and I would have cum. But I didn’t dare to in her presence. She started applying some cream to my hands. She applied it everywhere including my armpits. I badly wanted to cum now.She pulled me into a standing position and started applying the cream to my chest and body. She paid extra attention to my nipples and navel. By now my body felt like burning, I had no idea what was happening. All I knew was a hot lady was. They drank down their wine and Sam refilled the glasses."You're not a doofus, Doug. And you don't creep me out. In fact the opposite. I'm glad you don't stare at me, but I catch the glances. And when I do, before you look away like a rabbit darting from headlights, how do I look?" What do you mean? You're ... beautiful." I think you're pretty damned handsome yourself, but what I mean is, am I staring daggers?" No. You smile. It's ... I like your smile." Yours too. I like looking at you even.