If she says stop poking me with that thing, I'll give up sex. And you are not getting any sex from me until you do her." I didn't need that kind of pr...ssure, Karen." Yes, you do. In fact, she'll be there tonight. This is Thursday. She'll be cleaning up after the young women finish their bake sale baking. Be hanging around between eight and nine." How should I approach her?" From the rear." No, what line do I use?" You don't need a line, stupid. All right, look, you do need to get her mind on. No touchy, just lookie. It would make a tired, old workaholic's day. What do you think?" I don't know," the young blonde said, trying not to look at the man. The idea certainly appealed to her, but such personal connection isn't part of the game. "I mean, I don't even know you. How can I trust you?" I see your point." They walked on silently for a moment, then he said; "You don't really have to know me. How about this. I'll go into a store and watch you through a window. That way there's no way. My heart was pounding, as my breathing deepened, yet I was very quiet while being still. “I am here, Sir. Master, please note that your slave is so sorry to be late” Laying down his book, he replied, “Yes, as she should be, don’t you think so?” He looked at her breasts, seeing where the raindrops had fallen. She had on the tight pink tee with her little black skirt, so short that you could just see the very edges of her satin pink panties. “What happens when my slave is late?” he said to me as. “You know what, Sweetie? That big drip of cum hanging off your cock tells me you want this just as much as I do.”He couldn’t talk, he was afraid of what his voice would give away.“I’m going to let you get on the bed but for you to get comfy, I’m going to put your handcuffs through the headrest. Will you behave when I unlock them?”She was right behind him again, stroking his cock, touching down there. The pressure made him feel things he did not want to admit.“Can I trust you, Big Boy?”“Ruby,.