When I doze off, Arhur comes to call me for lunch. He must be the youngest servant, someone who does all kinds of odd jobs. Around eighteen years old,... particularly beautiful dark skin and a handsome face. A washed-out t-shirt and thin khaki pants, through which I see the contours of his cock. I make a mental note to give him some of my clothing when I return.Maalik is already seated at the table when Nabil walks up with the lunch. The fresh well prepared salad with hard-boiled eggs and. Instead of skyscrapers, I would be drawing details of window jambs, stairwells, and toilet stall partitions. But at least I had a diploma and thousands of dollars of student loan debt!On top of all that, after years of fucking a woman who willingly and enthusiastically let me stick my dick into whichever hole of hers was most handy, I became as celibate as a monk ... not from any conscious choice of my own but, let's face it, once you've had a steady diet of lobster and prime rib, macaroni and. ..against her throbbing clit. At first it was a vague sense, but slowly, she felt this...warmth...heat...slowly spreading...radiating out from the center of her and from the slight soft strokes as against her sensitive clit. Slowly, scratching...slowly...up...and down...up...and down..."How does that make you feel?"She tried to speak and found it took her a moment to compose herself. "Ha...I...it feels...makes me feel..."What did she feel?"Tell me." Aching..." And she moaned as the still. “I wear them all the time,” I said as I lifted the hem of my skirt to show her my pale pink lace panties with the matching garter belt holding up nude colored stockings. As she stared, I added “I love wearing them as they are much more comfortable and practicable than pantyhose, and men cum in their pants when they see a woman wearing them.” Ronnie giggled like a school girl. “Really?” she asked shyly. “They sure look sexy on you.”As I looked at our collection of garter belts, I added “You can.