“I am,” I said, trying to keep the natural seduction out of my voice, “what can I help you with, young man?” “It’s…” the young man trailed off, “it’s kind of complicated, can I come in?” So, an embarrassing ailment of pussy some kind. God, I hope he didn’t come for an erectile dysfunction cure. “Roll up your sleeves, take off your boots, splay your hands, spread your legs, lift up your shirt, and spin around three times,” I replied, “then show me your gold.” The young man did as requested; taking off his boots, lifting up his shirt and tucking it beneath his chin, blowjob rolling up his sleeves, and then splaying his hands, spreading his legs, and spinning slowly around three times. I took an indulgent moment to admire the toned muscle of his abdomen, and the veins in his forearms, and then told him he could stop. I told him to turn out his pockets, and he did, relinquishing the pouch of gold he had, as well as fishing hooks, twine and some lint. I gave him another studious once-over, checking the loose spots in his clothing for signs of a weapon, before I finally opened the door. “Come in,” I said Brunette with what I hoped was a welcoming smile, and not the seductive smirk I naturally wore, “but leave your boots outside; I don’t want you to track dirt in.” I walked over to my desk, trying my damndest to keep my gait from turning into a sultry strut, and then sat down behind it, and gestured for the young man to take a seat across from me. He sat awkwardly, blonde twiddling his thumbs, and I pulled out my notebook and quill. “So, what ails you?” I asked, trying to keep my face passive, trying not to leer at the young man, “How can I help?” “I’m not sick,” the young man said, entwining his fingers nervously, “I have a… I have a spiritual problem.” “I’m not a therapist,” I replied, “I suggest you take your spiritual problem up with the town priest.” “It’s not like that,” the man said, “I mean, I have a spirit following me.” “Mm-hmm,” I nodded, making a note on the paper, “paranoid schizophrenia. There’s no cure, but I do have herbs that can dull the porn hallucinations.” The young man stared at me for a moment, and then cocked his head, as though he were listening to something. He nodded to his imaginary friend, and I made another note on my paper. “You’re not writing my symptoms on that paper,” the man said, “you’re drawing me, with my shirt off, and a very generous bulge in my pants.” I started upright in my chair, and then slammed my notebook on the table, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. He started to fuck me harder and faster and I heard my mother say cum in her. Liz blushed and didn’t say anything. I'm happy to give you anything you want or need.” I smiled against your lips before pulling back slightly. In unison “We are at your command Master, we will do whatever pleases you.” “I pussy know why. Clean princess up.” She writhed against his tongue more, her river continues to flow. "Let's go out here so my pet can go potty." Sunday October 18 They didn't get to do this blowjob as often as they might Brunette have liked. In the porn morning Linds had joined us. “¡Mierda!” cursed blonde the Hispanic futa. I could not give one anyway.