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Miss Katherine came home with Harry early tonight.  It was only 10:30, usually too early to go to bed.  It must have been a movie night instead of dancing at the clubs.  Either way, there was sure to be some wonderful sex next door for Paul to listen in on. It had been exactly a week since Paul masturbated, and his stiff cock was so very eager to get on with the teasing and denial he was about to administer to it while his mind raced about Miss Katherine, and Harry...in Miss Katherine.  

But first, the preparation.  Miss Katherine would want him clean.  Clean indeed, Paul was always tidy, but his showering was most extensive on these Thursday evenings.  As he washed, Paul hands gently caressed his stiff five inch cock and engorged testicles.  "Let Mommy see if you have been a good boy for her.", Miss Katherine would probably say.  He squeezed his testicles, imagining Miss Katherine's beautifully manicured fingers on him, checking for that proper plumpness of a full testicle.  Oh, he's been a good boy, very good.  If only Miss Katherine knew how good he's been for her, patiently waiting for these Thursday evenings.  

Paul squatted deeply.  Lathering up the bar of Dove soap, he sensually moved his soapy fingers over his perineum, thoroughly washing his anus while teasing it.  He cupped and squeezed his testicles with one hand, the middle finger of his other hand slowly dancing deeper and deeper in his anus.  He eased his finger all the way inside, wiggling it, feeling the wonderful sensation of deep discomfort and pleasure, all rolled into one.  "Open up for Mommy, baby!", Miss Katherine would say.  She would most certainly enjoy playing with him this way, thought Paul.  "Harry would never let me do this to him, baby!" She might say as she would finger-fuck her boy.  He squeezed his testicles harder as his 5 inch cock started to drip pre-cum.  

Paul got out of the shower, dried off, and walked into his bedroom.  He could already hear Miss Katherine and Harry in theirs, next to his.  Paul laid down on his bed.  He pictured Miss Katherine sitting up on her bed, her legs crossed at her ankles.  He pictured the soles of her feet.  They would be so soft and smooth, the result of his smoothing them with a pumice while on his knees in front of her.  "Make my feet pretty for Harry, baby."  "He's doesn't have a foot fetish like you, of course, but he does like his woman well manicured."  Paul imagined licking and kissing the soles of her feet as she pointed her toes, inserting them into his eager mouth.  He slowly caressed his cock while squeezing his testicles with the other hand.  Slowly, gently caressing.  He was so horny now, it wouldn't take much to send him over the edge.  But, the night was young, very young.  And Miss Katherine wouldn't want him to cum just yet.  

The apartment complex was such that his bedroom and that of the apartment next door shared a very thin wall.  Normally, this would be a detail that would drive a renter to find another place to live.  Not Paul, though.  Quite the opposite. 

He liked Thursday nights most.  Thursday evening seemed to be when Katherine's boyfriend would take her out dancing.  Thursday night, when he brought her home, they more often than not had very noisy sex.  She was especially very vocal, talking quite a bit.  "Put it in me, Harry!"  "Fuck me with that big dick, Harry!"

Paul would lay in his bed, listening to the delightful sounds.  He would imagine what Harry's dick looked like as it entered Katherine's pussy.  And her pussy, what was it like?  He hoped it was very meaty, with suckable lips protruding.  Hairy.  Or perhaps waxed?  Yes, he pictured her as the type that would make an appointment for waxing.  Maybe the same day as the manicure and pedicure.  She made herself look good for Harry. 

Paul's cock would twitch with the thought of being the one to pamper her, getting her ready for Harry.  He would listen to them fuck, and think about serving as her personal beauty slave.  The bath, shaving her legs, doing her nails, blowing on her toes to dry the polish.  Then, helping her select the type of dress Harry would like, and of course, the heels.  "Those strappy mules, Miss Katherine?"  "Yes Paul, good!"  She would sit with her legs crossed as Paul would slip the mules on those sexy feet, the feet he just spent over an hour on, smoothing and polishing, for Harry.  "Good boy, Paul...kiss?"  Ahh, the approving smile, deliciously condescending, as she would look down  and watch him lick and kiss her feet, encased in the sexy strappy mules. 

Of course, as the song goes, this was just his 'magination.  Just?!  Paul's cock would feel like a firecracker with the fuse lit as his mind would spin the storyline.  He would occasionally stroke it, lightly, but wouldn't dare approach orgasm.  He pictured Miss Katherine wouldn't want him to cum.  After all, Harry is yet to cum.  And, after that, they spent some time in bed afterward, chatting.  Harry wouldn't leave for at least another hour.  Maybe even two.  Paul would have to delay his release for some time yet... the night was long, and the cleanup cuck fantasy was yet to be developed.