“Dry me.” He commanded.I got one of the big fluffy towels and did as commanded.“Dress me.”Stavros opened the case that had appeared on his bed... and got out the clothes that he wanted to wear. As I pulled his silk pants on I kissed his soft cock.Back up in the lounge Stavros talked to his mate or colleague or whatever and Sir John called me over, “Stavros didn’t hurt you too much did he BP?”“No Sir John, I’m used to that sort of thing, my dad and brother used to beat me when I was a kid.”“Yes, I. "So, what should we do today, poop head?" Katie asked, using their childhood nickname for each other."I don't know, I've got a baseball game today. It's a road game, so I'll be gone most of the afternoon and early evening." Can I come watch?" No, I'm sorry, no one is allowed to ride with us on the bus, and mom and dad never go to road games." Well, that sucks," Katie said, obviously disappointed. She had been looking forward to spending the whole day with him."Yeah, I know. We could go riding. He sat as I approached him and stopped by his side at the chair where he sat, surely he could smell or sense my need, even though I had bathed for this occasion, my sexual urgency flowed unabated and when he reached behind me and touched the back of my thigh, my knees gave way and settled on the arm of the chair where he sat, and I instinctively put my hand out to the raised seat back, as his hand felt up the whole of my thigh and my bum.'You're wearing stockings', he sounded pleased and. I like that about her. Attimes like these she seems most herself, if you know what I mean. Shewiggles in the passenger seat, a bundle of unreleased nervous energy,throwing little punches and kicking her feet to punctuate the story.How has the hem of that skirt not ridden up those smooth, plump thighsand how does all that honey brown flesh up top stay in place with allthe shaking? That, and the road ahead, is all I can think about. Plus Ijust like the sound of her voice and her excited.