Yes, I heard him moan in bliss. Yes, I feltthe rigidity of his cock.Is that what my life has come to? I'm stroking his dick with one hand,pressing and...caressing his prostate --- in his fucking asshole --- withmy other hand, and I'm watching the fucker squirm like a worm in heat.I was getting mad. I stroked his cock harder. Faster. "Is this what youwant, my little cock?"I pressed harder on his walnut. I inserted another finger in his hole.I pressed harder yet again. "You want me to finger your. As expected, we never heard a word from the union people about this little adventure.Jimmy decided that we had been downright careless with security in general, and our personal safety in particular. He arranged for several of the militia members who were otherwise unemployed to become our bodyguards on a 24/7 basis. I stayed out of the way while he arranged it, but I never went anywhere after that without at least four bodyguards. It was a little bit annoying at times, but not nearly as. Seriously, I can’t believe how lame I am at fabricating a plausible excuse on the spot. It really wasn’t even on the spot either, because I was trying to come up with something pretty much since the moment that she arrived. She did take the let down gracefully though, but when we when outside to hail her a taxi she said that before she left that she wanted a kiss. Not just a quick kiss, but a good one. To me if that’s what it took to end the date on a positive note, then I was fine it. She. "I think maybe I was being cowardly," he whispered before he slowly lowered his mouth to mine, giving me every opportunity to pull away.My breath caught and my eyes widened as I tensed. His mouth brushed mine and I almost melted, relaxing into him and reaching up to trap his face in my hands as he kissed me. His tongue brushed my lips, asking for entrance and I opened my mouth with a moan, feelings I was not prepared for surging through me. Joel slowly pulled away with a sadly pleased smile on.