"Hello Simon, my name is Chris. I understand you've been hurt. Can I examine you?" I asked.Simon shrank away from me and I nodded, "I see, you don't w...ant me to. Well, I have this thing, it's like the tricorders from Star Trek, I don't even need to touch you, is it alright for me to use it?" I asked him."There's no such thing! It's all made up." Simon said looking back toward me – I was just a dark shape to his eyes.A muttered spell and then in my hand was a flashing unit, I removed a small. While talking on the phone, he would tell me all the dirty ways in which he would like to fuck me in bed. Sometimes he was even calling me a slut who forgot her husband (in a drunken rage!). So, after finishing my assignments and enjoying a small party in the office dedicated to my commitment, I was ready to play hard.The first thing I did was to go to the parlor to get rid of my body hair (important regions). I got a new look and when I stood in front of the life-size mirror, I was surprised. " It's so big. It looks like a hotel or something." She added."It was built as a hotel and conference center by a very wealthy man. He gave it to us as part of a deal to purchase an invention my husband came up with for airplanes," Diana contributed. "We call it home and take care of it ourselves. We do all the cooking and most all of the cleaning, although we do occasionally have a crew come in to help with that. The girls and I do most of the work though." How many girls do you have, Mrs.. I could feel my tension building, stronger and stronger as I watched him continue to stroke his delicious cock. I wanted him to pound me quicker, faster, to push me over… the precipice, but he continued as he was, slowly and with seeming total self-control. I had lost control to his strokes and could not move my hand quicker than his; and was ensnared while he continued to slowly stroke his cock. God, I wanted to grab his ass and pull him in me, roll over and straddle him, ride him, massage his.