“You give me your number and I’ll call you when I want you to fuck me!” I smiled “But it would have to be at your place!”“No problems, jus... as long as you wear this or something like it!” he stammered as he continued sliding his cock in and out of my ass.“I’ll wear whatever you want and do whatever you want!” I exclaimed “I’ll even let you take photos!”The words had just tumbled out of my mouth when the flash of an iPhone camera bounced off the tiled walls. He was taking pics of his cock. She often found herself looking at the bodies of guys in her classes rather than the class material. She wanted to feel the pleasure of sex again. She needed it … and soon. Scarlett thought maybe John could be the solution. “Look, if you don’t start writing better than this you’re not going to get through this class,” she told him. “But that’s how I write, I don’t know how to write different,” he replied. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you then,” said Scarlett. “Could you help me?” asked. He looked down at a small stack of business cards. Unlike the one for EW Therapy Services that Andrea had given him, these carried a small logo with a riding whip and a high heeled boot, the words "Mistress Erica" and a telephone number. He picked one from the pile and dropped it into his pocket.Later that night, George Franks lay on his bed on top of the sheets staring at the ceiling. The room was stuffy from the summer heat. Opening the windows had not had any effect. His green and white. "Aren't you going to finish dressing?" he asked. "You don't have everything on do you?"Brenda started checking herself. She checked her earrings, pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror at her makeup and then looked at Ron with a worried look on her face."What am I missing?" she asked.Ron reached in the pocket of his suit coat and pulled out a diamond ring and slipped it on her finger. Brenda stared at it for several minutes and the tears started running down her face.Ron turned to her,.