She was not as attentiveas most real mothers would be, but Claude had nothing to compare againstand thought she was truly wonderful. At times Miss Vic...oria or one of theother girls would ask him to fill a bathtub for them, or help them into abustle, or even apply their makeup for them. He sometimes helped themwith their corsets but he wasn't strong enough to do them any real goodthere. Seeing the women naked was a daily occurrence to Claude but herarely became aroused. Twice he had been given a. Spring was our slow season. The winter crowd left with the snow, and it wasn't warm enough for the summer crowd. I used this time to relax, repair, and repaint.The operation was making enough money to pay expenses with a little bit left over for me. That's why I was sitting on my behind enjoying an adult beverage and watching the fire.For a lot of years I had more than one drink at night to help me sleep. You see I was a homicide detective for over 20 years in a big city. I saw a lot of man's. The only sounds she heard were her own deep, longing moans. But these weren't moans of frustration – they were moans of rapture. Asiara's body was strung so tight with the need for climax, but this state of tension was merely an expression of her Queen's control, so she reveled in it. She wasn't sure if she was still under the compulsion of the pendant, or if she were simply submitting to her Queen consciously, but either way, Asiara remained motionless in the absence of command.She was lying. Oh, Sharon is my wife of 23 years by the way. This is where I'm supposed to tell you how we met and how gorgeous she is and what our first time having sex was like and all the rest of it. Well, I'm not going to do that. I mean really, our meeting was over two decades ago. How stale is that for news? And as for our sex life, it's none of your business, except I will say that I've always been pretty darned satisfied. I hope she has been too.Sharon is no Greek Goddess. She doesn't have long blonde.