”Marek made his way down to the foyer thinking that he really hoped Heather wouldn’t have any problem leaving the building. He had only met her ab...out an hour ago but for some strange reason he couldn’t imagine going home without her in the morning.Once they were in the foyer Marek held out his hand.“Take my hand sweetheart and we will give it a try.”“Yes my Master.” Marek felt her cool hand slip into his and he stepped out through the doors. Marek could feel a slight tremble in her hand.“Are. ” I asked her. “Slowly to start Dave, I want to feel every part of you as you slide in.” So I slowly started to slide my 8 inch cock into her vagina. I was so slow it took about a minute and a half but felt like forever, and I was sweating with the effort of restraint and Janet was making very appreciative noises, albeit quiet ones. Eventually my pubic hair crushed into hers. “That was marvellous Dave, now you can pound my pussy as hard as you want.”Janet’s word was law at this time so I. But with myyears of marriage to her, I could tell when an item was negotiable ornot. This was not."I see. I have to admit this is a surprise, especially the degree thatyou want me to go. But if that is a firm must for you, then I willagree." Good choice. Look at the next business card, Giselle Boucher, salonowner. Giselle has been my personal stylist ever since I made a realcommitment to succeeding in business. She can work wonders with hair,skin, nails, and any detail of a woman's personal. He thinks you'rea bimbo, so play the part."Of course," I chirp."What's the hurry upstairs? Come. Have a seat. Let's find out moreabout each other. It's only polite for you to grace your host with someconversation." Mr. B is playing the Southern gentleman role very well.I hesitate. Crap! I have to keep this persona a little longer, and Idon't know how long the gum will last. I inwardly shudder at thepossibility of changing back into a boy in his presence. Hugging thecold water bottle.