My life was blossomed, not only sexually, spiritually, materially, prestige, reputation, I felt pleasure every day. Meetings with George followed often, if there were conventions, and even if only the two of us were on the convention. The city and the hotel has always been surprise. Flight by plane was always booked. I no longer had to go to the office every day, working time on this hierarchy was not determined. It was important a financial effect that went through my office, and Sir George took care of it. Because I got the most profitable part of the corporation.

Sir George was attentive, generous, and gentle, but he was very passionate, at his age. Really a man to wish. I'm not a materialist, but every time , Sir Gorge came, he would give me a gift in the form of jewelry, gold or platinum, lined with precious stones, in all variations.

Because there are two types of people, those who donate and those who don't give anything. The one who gives, will give you a gift like a small flower, which he grabbed somewhere by the way, or a 7-digit necklace, it only depends on its payment power. Who does not donate, he will not give you anything, whether he is poor or rich, this is a matter of principle, generosity, the desire to make someone happy, or make a nice surprise.

For Sir George, I always had a valuable gift, more imaginative, and inventive, practical. Our encounters have always been about sex, and sex is in our heads .Sex is not always only in the male erection, and the number achievements that he can achieve sexually. I can say that I've been relieved with George, I got sexual freedom in behavior and thinking. We've done all sorts of games, compete who will do something new and surprise a partner. One of my first games I played with him was the tie-up game. First I tied his eyes, then his arms and legs. it was not a brutal tie that he could not move, it was more figuratively leisurely tied, from which he could pull out with a minimal movement, but the psychological moment of power and powerlessness is the one that creates a suspense in the tension of the game.

So helpless I kissed him, pinch, bite, tingle, and caressed, my favorite tenderness was licking his intimate parts. His genital nakedness instantly created to me an addiction, a fetish, a power or a supremacy over my partner, and at the same time the erotic charge to satisfy him and myself. If he had any erection, with a continuous stimulation, I was well lubricated with the gel, I ride him like a horse rider. I managed him to stick his penis in my vagina. Once he entered, then the stimulation of his penis was unquestionable, with strong muscles of My vagina I squeezed him, so he could not longer soften, and for a miracle, on my own, but also on his surprise, he managed to ejaculate.

Our happiness was indescribable, George was especially happy, and this event acted very masculine for him. He was no longer impotent, in a classical sexual understanding or meaning. George was very proud of his male strength, and that gave him a great deal of confidence in his life. Each of our meeting was an adventure.

The next time he tied me and licked me to exhaustion, His lips and tongue did not stop playing on my vulva. Our preferred activity was a double finger. George would well lubricate my vulva and his fingers, then introduced his middle and forefinger in my anus and vagina, the thumb and his tongue on my clitoris, the stimulation drive me crazy, I got four to ten orgasms in one day. George knew the body of a woman very well, and he knew exactly where and how to touch. I could not escape, I just had to enjoy such a stimulus by the end limits, until I was all wet, sweaty, exhausted and even dehydrated.

For many years we enjoyed the harmony and happiness. Unfortunately, as everything in our lives is passable, so one day he left forever. I've been sorry for George for a long time, I thought no more men would ever occupy his place in my heart. Today, tears come to my eyes when I think he is gone.