I assured her that this was not what I was looking for, and explained I wanted to provide my wife with company during our stay in Paris. She asked me ...what type of man my wife would prefer. I gave her my best guess based on Jon, and she said she had the perfect escort. I agreed to meet him and, if acceptable, hire him for three days. He was perfect, and I knew Christine would like him. I told Julien to be a companion to her; take her wherever she wanted to go…museums, shops, restaurants, etc. He. In the semi-darkness his shy manhood lay foundering on its side, and like its owner – both were caught in a slumber of no return. She shivered at the sight and felt the beginning of a slow, deep, delicious ache between her legs. An ache she'd only felt with men in this state and in no other - the unending silence and stillness.The perfect juxtaposition that made her few moments with them delicious: her self-awareness, her body warm and receptive to touch, their loss of awareness, their bodies. But it was worse than that. It was like being incredibly thirsty and having cool, fresh water pouring in front of you, but you're unable to get at it. I decided to just hang out in my room and get to bed.~Sleeping in chastity was more difficult than I had expected. I felt frustrated by the fact that I had so much sexual energy building down there with no way to relieve it. I closed my eyes and lay there, alone.I hoped I would be able to graduate and then one day, finally find a beautiful woman. Let us suppose that my poor afflicted husband now has the capacity forpregnancy. I don't know how he and Buck are going to support the 'littlebuckaroos', which I have no doubt that the poor children will be called.I can tell you right now, I will not take care of whatever babies he plansto make in the future unless he makes them with me. What does one evencall the progeny that emanates from one's husband's womb? Is there a namefor such an unnatural creature in the English language? One.