But now as I was rubbing her back, she seemed very sensual. She was breathing deeply, almost purring. I could tell which strokes she liked by the diff...rent sounds she made, then I'd do more of those. "Do it there," she'd say, or, "Deeper in there ... harder." I liked pleasing her.The massages got to be a routine with us. She'd have a few drinks after dinner while we watched TV, then about ten o'clock we'd go into her room together.I got a book out of the library to learn to do it better. I had. “Even if it would rip my heart out, I had to know.”My guilt swelled. More pain. “I'm sorry, Clint. This is all so fucked up. I should have just... just told you I needed more attention. Instead, I acted like a child.”Clint glanced at the club. “So you made a choice. You left the stage and chose my attention over others. So it's time to get it.”“What?”“Strip.”His word cracked at me. It was spoke calmly, not shouted, and yet I felt it wash over me. The sort of command he would give Lee. “Strip. I started to snoop I went through the bureau and found some old tin types, it was the woman from the painting but she was naked in various poses and using a dildo in one of them.I rummaged around more and I found an ivory dildo. Now that is some old-tyme swanky stuff, I thought amusing myself. I admit I was getting a half chub so I decided to jerk one off or as the Victorians would say Fetching mettle. As I began to whap my tally-whacker a chill went through the room. I could hear moaning down. And I have never let any of them down.My eyes grew larger as his cock rose up in front of me, a towering beacon of lust. I squatted down and lapped at his big balls. His rampant hardon quivered with desire and a drop of liquid formed in the indented slit at the top, beckoning me like nectar to a honeybee. I rose up and sucked his cock into my mouth and proceeded to prove to him that, yes, I suck cock better than anyone else he ever encountered does. He was very verbal in his appreciation."Man,.