Every load I took from him seemed to get larger and creamier each time. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood me up and pecked me on my lips. H... then led me to the bathroom where I could see he was running a bath for me. It was a huge tub and was now full of bubbles. He pulled the nightie up over my head and told me to take my panties off and get in the tub. He saw my hard cock and told me that we can worry about that later. I was a bit hurt by that comment as I really needed to get off. Perhaps you’d like to know about my hat,” he said proudly.“Hmmm,” answered the tinker. “Is it a good story?”“Oh, very good,” Steven declared, searching his mind for a good story he could use to tell about his hat. He was sure he could come up with something before it was his turn to tell a story.“It is an interesting hat,” the tinker mused. “I’ll make that trade. I’ll tell you the story of ‘The Impossible Pot’ if you’ll tell me about your hat.”“It’s a deal,” Steven said yawning.“Tomorrow,” said. Before you ask, no, I won't be mad and yes, I'll still love you."I looked into JR's eyes. He smiled and said, "Honey, this isn't a contest. No one's keeping score. We don't have to go tit for tat. We have a few days left of The Program and our agreement. Don't waste them. I don't what you to wonder about how it could have been."Sometimes I swear JR can read my mind. Damn I love that guy! JR gave me an open door, a door I wasn't sure I wanted to go through. It wasn't that I was afraid of what. Donald noticed this and smiled as he said, “Madam, if I willed you any ill-intent then your husband and son would already be dead. I am Donald, formally of Gilbert’s Honourable Mercenary Company. We do not rob, rape or pillage. We know that we are unlikely to take anything from this world. All we have is our honour; which, I must say, I will defend to my last breath.”Looking suitably admonished she replied, “I apologise, Sir Donald. As my husband has already told you, the only armed men we’ve.