“How much would it cost me to fuck you?” One of his hands had left her shoulder quickly finding the part he wanted to use under her skirt. She cho...ed back a squeal. Mr Smith seemed to find this amusing.“My hand,” she said, before she knew what she was saying. But it was the obvious way to end this, to make his steel melt, quickly, so she could get back to Greg. The words seemed stuck in her throat. She squeezed them out. “Would you like me to use my hand? No… No extra charge.”“A special offer,”. I went to the refrigerator to fill my iced tea glass. I pointedly did not offer Carlton a glass. The tea came from my mother's boarding house, since I could never master the art of making it myself."Why don't I just skip over that part for now," Carlton said. "Instead I will tell you there is a large vault in a small bank, outside an Army base in Fayetteville. Once in a while, it contains more money than either of us could make in a lifetime of real work." Surely a Princeton man can make more. My cock instantly began to come alive and started growing. He watched as I slowly started to undress my cock was as hard as a rock by now. As I was standing there I seen him staring at my cock when he started to take his cloth off, my eyes glued to every movement he made. When all off his cloths were off I found my self staring at his cock my mouth started watering and my cock did something it have never done before. It started drooling precum. I could barely contain myself when he took my hand. As the sobs and tears began to abate, he rolled her onto her back and began to gently kiss her face, bussing away the tears. ‘There may be a way. Do you have any close female relatives, close by, other than the third and fourth cousins every one in this town seems to have?’ She shook her head.’Then we’ll have to hope Jake’s and my relationship to the girls is close enough that we can make it work.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘Along with mind reading and distorting time, I can also move some.