When Helen had gone Cecile took him back to the bedroom to show him howto clean off his makeup and how to wash out his pantyhose. Shesuggested also th...at he should wash out his panties, but did not stay tosupervise while he did so. He crawled between the silk sheets of hisbed, still wearing the peach nightdress and without removing his bra. Apersistent erection kept him awake for a long time.Chapter SevenHenry wakened early next morning, but it took several minutes for himto recognize the room. She seems a little nervous as she asks me what I would like her to do. Maybe this is the first time she's used a stud service. She certainly needn't worry about abuse. Violent prone stud-servants don't last very long in this industry. I tell her to come sit on the bed and relax. I'm dressed in only in my pajama bottoms so she needn't feel embarrassed about her own scantily clad body. I kneel down on the plush carpet in front of her, remove her high heeled shoes and start to massage her feet.. This kiss carried on as I put my hands under her skirt and then moved them up the outside of legs to stroke her arse. I pulled her closer, putting my fingers under her knickers as I did so. I felt that tingle of knowing that comes when you touch a woman’s pubic hair: the hair that covers her secret place to be entered as consummation of desire. She was wet, her body clearly wanting to be entered. I wanted to enter her, but I hesitated and moved my hands back up her body, undoing her bra to feel. To most people, I would have appeared a bit anxious, but in his state, Randy did not notice.“Can I buy you a drink? It is the least I can do for you sharing your table, by the way, my name is Royce,” I said.“I think I have had enough and should go home. Trouble is, I have no home to go to,” he replied.No home, I thought, what an opportunity. I saw he had been drinking a Corona beer and ordered two more. For the next half hour, I had to practically drag out his story. He had not only lost his.