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"I'll bethere in tenminutes," I replied.

"Itook a littlechance here," Jocelynexplained. "If Imade a mistake,I want youto be honestand tell me,OK? But ...listen, how aboutI shut upand just show you what Igot you foryour birthdays? Comewith me."

'Accidental' isa word thatdoesn't fit thatnight; Connor madesure of that.He knew itwas a pointof no returnI broke thekiss and pointedto the bed.With a bigsmile on herface, Joyce eagerlygot up onthe bed. "Flaton your backin the center",was all Isaid to her.Joyce scooted herlittle ass overuntil she wasin the middleof the bigqueen sized bed.I then wentto her dresserand opened thedrawer. I removedtwo pair ofpantyhose. Taking apair of scissors,I cut themin half. Joycewatched me withgrowing apprehension. Itied one ofher wrist, thenpulled it upuntil it wasextended out fromher body. Itied the endof the nylonto the footof the bed.I repeated thesame thing onthe other wrist.Then I tookher leg andtied the nylonaround her ankle.Tying that off,I did theother ankle. Joycewas now securelytied spread eagle in the middleof the bed.Being as smallas she was,and having tied her as securelyas I did,she had noroom to move.I

I was gettinghard. My poorold dick needed some attention. Ifonly she wouldsuck on itfor a while.

Inodded, stood up,"Believe me ifI could, I'dstay up hereall day andwatch you, getup, get dressed."

"Y'know,Gary told meabout the littlefantasies you usedto have, whichway did yougo in theend?" He asked

"ButI want you."

"Getthis good andhard," he said,and pushed hiscock into hermouth. She choked,and he puthis hands aroundher neck. Shestruggled to breathe."I said, getit good andhard." She suckeda little, andhis hands eased up. He shovedinto her mouthuntil he washard and almosthurting. Satisfied, hewent around tothe other end,picked up hisbelt, and whippedher across thebreasts and onthe pussy andclit several times.Then he movedaround and slippedthe belt aroundher neck, pullingit tight, andcinching it. Shealmost could notbreathe.

"I'm not oneto quibble overa measly halfinch," she retorted.

"Yeah,but I don'tthink it's wrongif nobody findsout, I meanif you wantwe could youknow," I saidhoping she wouldbudge.

There simply couldnot have beena lovelier person.We became roomiessoon, and thebest of friends.When I toldher of myfirst reaction toher, she laughedher head off,insisting that she'dhad the sameresponse to seeingme. Lookswise, I'mthe complete opposite of her: short,dark haired, greeneyed. Pale, thanksto too manyhours in thelibrary. Thin butcurvy rather thantoned, thanks toan aversion tostrenuous physical activity.The difference extendsbeyond looks though...where I'm cynicaland sarcastic, she'sall laughter andnaivete. Where she'sthe All-American beauty,I'm English, thanksto having beenbrought up bymy mother. I'min love withModern Art; sheprefers the Impressionists.Garfield cracks meup. She prefersMarmaduke. Still, we'vealways had ourcommon ground: Calvinand Hobbes andcoffee.

In fact,Henry had notseen or spokento his exsince she hadkicked him out- not untilthe telephone calla half hour ago. During thecall, Janet hadbeen pleasant andfriendly and, Henrythought, just alittle coy. Shehad wanted tosee him, shesaid. Wanted tosort some thingsout, she said,and why didn'the come overto the house,she said?

Sucking Mom'sboob was turningme on somuch that mycock began tobob up anddown. She sawme look downat my throbbingcock, and shepulled back, removingher nipple frommy mouth witha loud, wet,smacking sound.

Here, inBabylonia, sex isconsidered a sacredact to honourfertility. All womenare regarded asan embodiment ofthe Goddess. Toserve as atemple priestess ortemple priest isan honour. Ourmain form ofworship is ofBaal, the maleGod of War.The female divineforce, and Baal'sconsort, is ourGoddess of fertilityand sensuality, Ishtar.We have heardthat in otherparts of theworld, the GreatGoddess Ishtar ishonoured as Isis,Aphrodite and Venusin similar ways.In Babylonia, everywoman honours Ishtar for at leastone day, withsacred sex.

Jonhad dreaded thisconversation and stroveto keep thingslight. "You'd betternot. I expectregular e-mails, atleast until youfind your nextlover."

"Yes," he repliedwith a triumphantsmile.

"Where?"

"Yeahhh..." I saidquietly, "twenty points..."

Shestood and turnedon the radio.She found astation that playedsoft slow music most of thetime and pulledhim up outof the chair.She wrapped herarms around hisneck again andsaid dance withme. Dance withme close Bobby!Hold me likeyou would holdyour wife!"

"Damn!" heexclaimed, "I'm goingto cum again."

andwanted to besure he hadn'tmisread the signs.His bedroom wasto be deliveredthe next dayand so thatwould be thelast night heexpected to bein his mother'sbed. Ellie wasfeigning sleep withher back tohim as hishardness rose againsther. He feltthe almost imperceptiblemovements of herass gently massaging and pushing back against the stiffness.He whispered, "Mother...Iwant you... ifyou want meinside you, tellme..."

I wanted tomake a goodimpression at thisnew job. PlusI really neededthe money.

'Ah no,'I replied witha smile, draggingmy attention back to Stephanie. 'Infact, this willbe Steve's firsttime.'

Taking it offopening your eyesto see Amyon the sideof me, asyou watch bothour tongues runningup and downyour cock, Amy'stongue moves overtangling with mineas we kissdeeply for amoment.

"You didn't comehere for romance,did you?"

About 5minutes later Donnahung up thephone.

When Youremove Your fingeri moan outloud with frustrationand i amsure i hearYou chuckle atmy discomfort. Againi can hearYou opening drawersand cupboards andi wonder whatwill come next.It doesn't takelong to findout as Ijump when ifeel a coldblob of somesort of lubricanthit my ass.It is closelyfollowed by theinsistent pressure ofa large buttplug. You easeit slowly butfirmly into myass and ican feel myanal hole stretching wider and widerto accept it.Just when Ifeel i canstretch no moreit moves suddenly forward and myass closes aroundit. i canfeel a sortof retaining piece between my buttocks,presumably to stopthe plug frommoving too farinto my arse.

We'd reached theage where wewere really gettinginto boys, sowe talked openly and endlessly aboutall the sexualthings we weredoing.

Hours went bylike minutes, andfriends, colleagues andclients old andnew placed moreorders and hadmany questions thatI was ableto answer. Theend of Day1 was approachingand, indeed, ithad been aday to remember.My lucky heels had carried methrough the milesI walked inthe ballroom, andmy mind lingeredfor just afew seconds onwhat it wouldhave been liketo dance inthis room --no doubt, mypoor heels mightnot survive atwirl on thissurface -- walkinghad proved tobe possible, butI was evermindful of thepossibility that theywould snap atany moment.

Iknocked on thedoor and goodgod, when sheanswered the doorI almost camein my sweats.She, Mrs.Casey, wellMelissa, was inthe tightest pairof cut offshorts I'd everseen, showing offher beautiful ass and her shirtwas nothing buta holy, cut-up,broken-in, white shirtthat showed herbig tits, Istayed quiet andstared at herfor a fewseconds, that feltlike forever. Shebroke the silenceby saying, "Mikeyyour mom saidthat you wouldn'tmind helping megarden... I hopeyou don't mind,I can payyou? If youwant that is..do you?" Justthen she caughtme staring ather tits, Ijust stood thereand nodded whileblushing bright red.