I don't want some creepy pervert in my bed tonight. You want to get your pathetic body next to mine, you find that real cock for me first,” Kim said...as she headed for the shower.~~~~~~~~~~Paul answered the door to the parcel courier the following afternoon and signed for the small package addressed to Kim. “Parcel for you, babe. What have you ordered?” he enquired.“Presents for you and me. And I'm not your babe... I'm Mistress Kim, and don't you forget it,” she snapped.Paul opened the package. I could hardly breathe, surrounded by all that luscious porn, it took a while, but I finally selected a lesbian paperback ‘fuck book’ and two x-rated magazines. At home I spread a big trash bag, then two beach towels across our king-size bed and placed the books & a tube of K-Y Jelly near the pillow, then back to the kitchen. With the end away from the stem suspended over the sink, I very carefully cut a hole in it there that I knew would just barely admit the head of my hard dick, then even. His suit and other clothes were dumped on a chair close to the clothes tree. The chair was out of place, belonging ten feet closer to the wall. Mrs. Barnes’s pillow, that usually only moved when Madeleine made the bed, was on the left side of the bed. It looked like it had been slept on.She took the suit and shoes back to the mister’s dressing room and put them where they belonged. She emptied the money out of his front right-hand pocket and put it in the drawer where she kept the petty cash.. I need to hear this from you. Is what Mr. Watson said true?” “I-I…well…uhm…that’s…” “William?” “Y-yeah…it’s all true dad…” and before Mr. James could reply, William added a hasty “I’m sorry dad!” “Sport, listen to me.” Mr. James said. “I’ll admit that I was surprised. But well, I’m not angry with you, really.” “W-why not? John’s dad seemed really angry…and I thought you’d be too…” William said morosely. “But I’m not his dad. I’m yours. We both think.