At the moment she’s about a half-mile in front of me. This long straight country road gets little traffic so we’re alone for the most part. I won...er about her. I mean she runs all the time. Is she a marathon runner? She’s got the body and pace for it. Hell half the time when I’m dropping into a walking step, to let burning muscles ease up, she’s still going for another ten miles. As we pass the long row of mailboxes and take the little turn I can already feel my calves starting to burn. There. I consider stopping at the bathroom to relieve the pressure in my balls, but decide instead not to, hoping that the added tension will work it’s way into my dreams and that I will be able to relive tonight in my sleep. I strip down to by boxers and settle onto the couch, a thin sheet covering my body. My mind races from the show I have just enjoyed and my cock pulses. Slowly I drift off to that place between sleep and conciseness my boxers pulled down and cock in hand. I allow my mind to wonder. The high end ones anyway.” She is still very shy, but asks, “Have you ever done that? You know, paid for sex?” I told the truth, “No, but like I said, every guy has that fantasy. I’ve never acted on it. I’ve wanted to though.” “How much do you think they get paid, you know, for that?” I was getting hard now and hoping it didn’t show, “I don’t really know, but a women like you, a hot MILF? I bet you could get $500 for a 30 minute ‘date,’ so to speak.” She practically gasped and said in a hush. It is of growing concern to most of us, although I know you love these kinds of nights." Will you take me on one?" I ask, looping my arm through his."An airship, Lady Bennett?" Why yes. And the train." Of course, your Ladyship. Of course," he replies pulling me against his chest, raising my chin with his hand. "Do you know why I fancy you?" I assumed you enjoyed the way I fill out my corset, Lord Harrison," I reply winking at him."Well, there is that. The other ladies prefer to conceal what you.