"Well, you want to keep that slender body looking good don't you?"I laughed a bit. "It's just how I am naturally. I don't really . . ." Hey!" he cut m...e off while pointing his finger at me. "Answer correctly."I kind of froze in terror. He looked like he was about to beat the hell out of me. "Now. I'll ask you again. Don't you want to keep that slender body looking feminine the way it is?"I knew how he wanted me to answer and I was so scared I couldn't even stop myself. "Y, Yes, Sir." Oh come. Put on some trousers and a top, slipped on some shoes, and my jacket. All looking and feeling good. I was ready to go, good timing five minutes to spare. The group was there in the lobby when I arrived, they had a little bistro in mind and so off we went. A couple of bottles of wine and some nice pasta later and everyone is finished, I had been chatting away to a couple of them and we decided we could go on to the nightclub just across the road.The night club was dark, the girls in their. By the end of the week, the blue hand was going totally inside me and it still felt good. That’s when I knew I had to stop them. I have this thing that fits in my doorway so I can do pullups and things like that. I put it in the bedroom doorway. I also have these suspension gloves that allow me to hang from the bar to straighten my back. I put those on and stood there, more or less hanging by my hands from the pullup bars. I figured if I slept standing up, fully clothed, they couldn’t get to. .. this good?"His tongue had found its way between her legs as she spoke, and she was beginning to have trouble stringing words together."No," he replied simply, and resumed gently, lovingly, working on her quivering pussy.Oh man, she thought. Collette had been right. There was nothing better, after getting your pussy sucked, than getting fucked - and fucked well. She'd had no other lovers to compare Morton to, but wow... He had rocked her world.Collette might give Morton a run for his money.