I looked around the room. “Deena, may I have the honorof fucking you?” I asked her.“Please. I need a good fuck,” she answered....I sat her up on the massage table and removed her shoesthen socks. I rubbed her feet.“That feels so good after being on my feet all day,” shemoaned.“Maybe you’ll like this,” I told her.I then started sucking on her toes, which caused her tolie back, as she loved it.“Yes, suck my toes! I fucking love it!”. I asked her to open her eyes and make her see how much has goneinside. She saw it and said I am so gentle and taking her to heaven withoutmuch pain. While she was watching my back and front moment on her pussy, i toldher this is not heaven and it still to reach. She asked me to take her thereand I told her to kiss me first before taking. So she removed her hands fromthere to hold my head and my cock become independent and gave a strong kiss andsaid now we will go to heaven and asked her to hold. (I'm STRAIGHT, alright!?) I hadn't gone very far with thatparticular mastabatory thread, though, and it had been quite a fewyears ago. I'm not going to posture and spout any of thathomophobic shit. I despise it. But, on the other hand, I've nevergotten an erection looking at naked men. Just the opposite. It'sthe quickest way I know to get rid of one. 10:05. Well, time's just flying by and I've come up with aream of insights into this whole thing. Jesus, sometimes my lackof. I turned the lights out, slipped a sleep mask on and lay back. The room was warm and soporific and despite the tingle in my body, I was half asleep when there was a knock on the door. I pulled the towel roughly over my body and called “Come in.”I heard the door open and a voice called “We have come for the trolley, Madame!”I heard a light switch and a sharp intake of breath.A different voice spoke, close by the side of the bed. “Is there anything Madame wants?”With the sleep mask still covering.