” I breathed. With that he pulled back and walked around the table. “Good. Now I will go make dinner. Read this and sign it if it sounds good to ...ou.” And just like he does in the classroom he dismissed me. I was left crossing my legs and needing to touch myself. The contract was pretty self-explanatory; he really wasn’t going to touch me until I broke him down. Upon signing this I was required to move all of my stuff into the provided bedroom. What wouldn’t fit he would provide a storage. But tonight the young woman has pled nervousness. Because it is just so that also on the second Friday of every month a man comes to sell his wares under her window.He is a handsome man; a broad shouldered and dark skinned Negro who has forgone his native attire for the latest Albion fashions. He sells books on the street. Or at least that is his pretence. His paperbacks are too erotic for the prudes in this suburb. The bobbies have been called more times for him than they have for her late. I moaned, louder this time. I didn't give a shit any more. She responded to me, going faster and faster, and I knew I could not last much longerI looked into her beautiful eyes, looked at her perfect lips, pursed in concentration; looked once again down her blouse, at the tits that were now being jogged lightly with each stroke. I looked down at her hands, pumping and pumping my straining cock towards release. I reached the point of no return, and raised my hips slightly, thrusting with my cock. We arrived at the café, she got a coffee and me a coke then we sat at a picnic table, Julia slid the box with the gold chain in front of me saying she wanted me to have it then asked what had she done wrong, l thought if l was demanding and rude Julia would finish with me as my feelings for Lyn were stronger, so l began telling her l would like her to dress more sexy when we meet, and how she totally dismissed that l wanted to get her pregnant as if l was a kid, Julia stopped me to asked how.