I was keeping more and more to myself, seldom leaving Number 7 Saville Row to walk or ride through the streets of London, much less travel further abo...ut. My housekeeper and manservant had both become bold enough to chastise me several times about it and feeling guilty, I permitted them to do so. But still I persisted in sitting in my library reading book after book after book, exploring a wide variety of subject matter, among them, William Harvey’s ‘De Motu Cordis,’ explaining the miracle of. What has changed, to make you like this?" I can't tell you, Tabs, but for the first time since Mum died, I am happy again." I could see that, and I know that you got an evening dress, along with Gloria. Is it because you are going out to some event or other, so you are now a grown-up?" Close, but no banana, sis. It has to do with me being a grown-up, yes, but the details are for me only." No fair! I share everything with you, Penny; why can't I know?" Because you might blab, silly. It means a. Speaking first person comes to mind quickly because even writing in this forum, I speak it but now, because he pointed it out to me, I am more aware of and my fingers are tempted to type as he trained me to. At one time, I would have never spoken first person around him unless commanded to do so and now, in the time that has passed since my release, it comes easier, especially depending on who I am around. He was quick to remind me how disrespectful this was to him, even if it was not my. After the amazing blowjob session, I was looking for a condom but to my surprise she didn’t want to waste any more time and was moaning me to give her my cock. I was like “fuck condom, let me get to it”. I slowly inserted my cock into her pussy, she was shouting loudly in painful joy. It made me go crazier and I started to go more hard on her. We were in missionary position and she was repeatedly spitting on my face and I loved the taste of the saliva. She was licking me all over. We changed.