I looked at Scott in disbelief. “How do you know?”Scott shrugged. “I dunno. I just do.” That pensive expression returned to his face, as thoug... he were thinking about something really deep and complex. I just looked at him without saying anything for a while. And then after a few minutes, a question came to my mind.“Is Billy your boyfriend?” I asked.Scott gazed at me like I was crazy. “No. What made you think that?”“I don’t know...do you have a boyfriend?”“No,” Scott said firmly. “Had one once. ” “He was rubbing himself against you?” To me, my voice sounded somewhat strained; if she noticed, she gave no sign. “No, I didn’t say that; he was a perfect gentleman. What I said was that I think you’d enjoy the thought of him doing that. Am I right?” It would have been foolish to try to deny the throbbing evidence she was holding in her hand, so I didn’t. “Maybe, at least the thought of it; the reality, if he was really doing it, maybe not so much. It’s sort of like some of the fantasies we. .. A bagel with butter please." "Alright, stay put. I'll be right back little one. Please don't wonder off okay? can you do that for me?" Maria said in a voice you would use to talk to a baby. "Can you get me a Vitamin water too? The grape one." "Yeah, I'll get you your purple drink." Maria changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt then left to the deli. Christine walked down the hall toward Maria's room. She was almost to the door when she felt a massive hand cover her mouth and a huge. He regretted not waking up early enough to fit in a morning shower, but the girl didn’t seem bothered by the sweat and musk or by the fact that she faced a cock longer and thicker than her forearm. His cock grew to its full size in her tiny hands, and he thought he finally saw the long-expected hesitation in her eyes as if this handjob was a way to stall.His id and ego had waged war in his head since that doorway moment when he saw that he had ordered a personal trainer several sizes too small..