- You see showering now I come. - Okay. - Ah! Do not soap yourself I want to do it myself. He kissed me on the lips and then reached down to grab my p...enis, taking out my glans, passing his tongue and giving it a final chupeton. - MMM! I'm looking forward to getting hooked together. He went to the sink with the faucet rinsing his mouth not to give himself away and then out of the bathroom wiggling his hips.When he came out of the bathroom I entered the shower beginning to get wet from the head. You drop to your knees and bow your head, I reach out my hand for you to kiss and only after I give you permission, I allow you to enter my home. You follow me into my living room where I sit down and cross my legs, seductively as a Goddess does.I tell you to speak."Mistress, I am so ready to worship you, how may I please you?"I lean down and whisper into your ear "slave, I put on these black sheer pantyhose to make you weak. Are you feeling weak my slave?"Looking deep into your eyes, I see the. Perhaps I was simply paralyzed by the bizarre shock of this turn of events.Broad hands grasped both of my full cheeks, hard enough to hurt, then smoothed over the nylon-encased flesh with a proprietary air. He lightly slapped one, enough to make me jump slightly, but not enough to hurt, and must have watched while the flesh gave a little jiggle in response. Detachedly, I realized I was near to hyperventilating. Then a knee pressed between my thighs, forcing my legs to part, and I began to see. Virgil needs my strength, my support as much as I need his, he thought as his gaze burned deeply into his younger brother’s pain filled eyes. “You know… as I said in the beginning- as long as you don’t have any regrets about loving me,” John spoke quietly. “I don’t. I love you, more than ever, John,” Virgil’s gaze grew calm; he was surprised, pleased and comforted by this show of strength- he was right; John was strong in his character and Virgil could count on it, as he always believed that.