He gently pulled her to him and kissed her. She responded to his kiss and put her arm around his waist.She looked into his eyes, "If I ask you to stop..., will you? I'm not sure..."He kissed her again, "Of course I will. I want this to be special for you. We can go as slow as you want."He continued to kiss her softly. When he moved his hand to her breast he felt her stiffen slightly and he gently caressed each breast. He felt a scar on the side of her breast and he cursed the Beame brothers in his. As soon as they had started on me, both backed off and started dancing in front of me. They were both sexy, but noticed that their g-strings were being tugged around by both of them. Both would give me a quick flash then cover up. Finally, they actually slid them off . Both were dancing nude before me, their cocks dangling and bouncing around. They moved in and started in again. One would teasingly rub his cock along my thigh. The other would tease my chest area with his cock. The black. . but I'll learn. I'm a fast learner." Seems like you should have learned in business school. What did they teach you?" Uh... like... we're supposed to... like... do what the boss... er... our supervisor says. I'm supposed to find out what you want and do that. And Deacon Ramsay... he said that too. And Uncle Rory told me that I had to obey the deacon as if he was my boss. Is that OK, Sir?" Well thank God you've been told all that. Right now I want you to have a drink with me so I'm not. A week later I called and asked her out to dinner.She was a sympathetic listener and before I knew it, I was pouring out the story of my life. She didn't condemn, judge, or even give advice. She just listened... and when the tears began rolling down her cheeks, she reached out and took my hand. Her touch was soft... and comforting.I'm still not sure how it happened, but later that evening I was riding home with her in a cab. Toward her home. There just happened to be an extra bedroom in her.