Finish and be gone."The cleaning woman straightens up, standing taller. "You are not makingthis easy, General."Her voice is younger, deeper. As I reac...h for my sword, she is awashwith a bright glow that only lasts a few milicycles before fadingrapidly away, leaving me blinking in momentary blindness in my darkoffice but ready to attack at the slightest provocation."Put the sword down, General Packer," says a familiar voice. "I'd hateto make you eat it."I return it to its sheath. "It's more. Mistress Betsy was, until recently, the only woman to see my genitals since I've been old enough to bathe and dress myself.Usually, I will end up doing inconsiderate 2 or 3 times a month. This upsets Mistress Betsy, and she will punish me as follows. She will order me to strip, after which she will securely tie my hands behind my back. She will then strip as well. She will then give me a "French" kiss and hug, as well as a knee to the groin. I am then taken over Mistress Betsy's lap for a bare. “I feel it,” Mack exclaimed as I writhed on top of him.“That was amazing. It was all… so… amazing,” he said when I was finally still. I suppressed a laugh at his dazed but happy expression.“For me, too,” I sighed. It felt great to have a warm body against mine. It was an experience I had been missing for too long.When he softened enough to pop out of me, I went back into teaching mode, showing him how to handle a full condom. Getting out of bed, I grabbed a robe for each of us and suggested we. "Thank you." He laid back on the mattress. "The wrecker won't be here for an hour."Robynn was so attracted in so many ways. His kindness, his calmness, his simple replies and yes of course . . . That voice. "So, whatever shall we do while we wait?" She smiled and hinted.He Put his hands behind his head. A smirk appeared. "Surprise me."Robynn accepted the playful reply and slowly made her way onto the mattress showing off all of her curves in the most seductive way. Carefully she positioned.