You won’t win.” “Wanna bet?” I teased. “Sure. One week, no sex. Or masturbation. Nothing, at all.” “You got it, after this, nothing.�...� I was okay for the first few hours of the next day, then you got cruel. Strutting around in skimpy little outfits and purposely trying to make me want you. I got you back, how did you enjoy that picture, by the way? You slept unnaturally close, nearly on top of me. Accidentally, or maybe even purposely, I can never tell, your hand brushed my cock gently and I. I let my eyes get used to the steam and the dim lighting, and found a spot on the wooden spa seats. There were guys strewn about here and there. Some paired off, Some huddled up. in bigger groups. I heard a lot of moaning and sighing.Suddenly I was aware of someone sitting next to me. I turned my head. A small Asian man, I would guess in my limited sharpness of vision to be about 20. He was slender and short, almost boyish. His skin was tanned and smooth, no hair was evident anywhere on his. Karen put on the lingerie and giggled to herself as she forged putting on any panties."That should give him a nice surprise!" she smirked silently to herself.After making sure her hair was smooth and untangled, Karen posed for herself in the full length mirror in the closet wondering if her breasts looked firm enough in the silky red slip. She turned around and looked at her ass, sighing in slight disappointment as she compared it to the two beta girls that were with her in the spa changing. Since the school was off-limits, we went to Starbucks. Perhaps the informal setting provided the basis for what our relationship became. Or perhaps it would have happened anyway.Mr Lawson was married. I knew it. Everybody knew it. A wedding portrait of him and his wife stood in pride of place on the desk in his small office. He’d catch me looking at it sometimes and he’d always give me the same vaguely unsettling line.“She was a mistake.”Some mistake. I glanced at the airport bar again. The.