I was trying my best not to stare and becoming uncomfortably aware of a growing tightness in my jeans, but Jill saw me looking as I pretended to sort ...through the plants. I saw her nudge Sam in the ribs and say something. Sam glanced over towards me and they both laughed. Laughter lit up their faces even more. To distract myself I looked more closely at the plants. I realised that the plant stock was very high quality and included some very unusual and distinctive varieties that I had already. The women were all attractive, cultured, refined and most of them wanted what women the world over want — to feel like women, desired, wanted and respected. A typical encounter would be little more than a conventional ‘dinner date’. A good dinner in an upscale restaurant, retiring to the ladies’ apartment, house or hotel suite, always highly luxurious and up-market. Lots of stroking, murmuring, gentle service — it seemed I was particularly appreciated for my oral skills! If someone had told me. ”“Mind? I can’t take my eyes off them. They’re magnificent!”She stroked one of the nipple rings. “Why thank you, kind sir. Cheers!”“Cheers!”Carla settled back onto her lounger, plugged her earphones back in and closed her eyes. I was more than happy to gaze at her beautiful breasts while stroking my hand across the bulge in my shorts. In the middle distance I could see the smooth amber sands being washed over by the incoming tide.~ ~ ~ ~ ~Carla and I shared a table at suppertime (an uninspiring. It's the time when I can give him the type of attention and relief he needs most. Sometimes I surprise him with a whole new outfit including lingerie and miniskirt and heels, even makeup and a wig, other times it's just down to my knees crouched him front of him in a tight speedo or bikini. It's become something of an evening ritual. He comes home from work about 5pm and I help put away his things, hang up his clothes and start the shower. I soap him up and lather his firm chest and abs get him.