All in all, he was the perfect image of a man who’d achieved wealth and stature. This was not a man who appeared to require my services. This image ...as further fortified as we shook hands. His grip was firm and confident. He was confident enough not to try to overpower me but firm enough to let me know this was a proud man. Whatever the problem, this could prove to be a difficult case. Too much self-confidence and he would fight my attempts to assist him. Then again, enough self-confidence and. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum, but he was not ready to give that up yet. He enjoyed the building sensation. He looked at her hair, damp and sticking to her face and shoulders. One last time he twisted her nipples and held them in an unnatural position until she cried out. He felt her stiffen, her gyrations slowing. She looked down at him, attentive to him."Get down and suck me," He commanded of her.She bit her lip to disguise her frustration and knelt beside him. She licked the length of. For the first time in years, emotions threatened to keep him from talking. Harry licked his lips and finally managed to say, "I'm a rolling stone. I never take a moment just to sit down and put things in order. I need that chance. You have to give it to me. Promise me that you'll tell me."William felt that nothing good could come out of such a promise, but his feelings were not based on his ability to see the future. Shaking his head, he said, "Harry..."Harry said, "William. I want you to swear. After I shut down the computer, wiped my fingers with some tissues, pulled up my sweats, I looked at myself in the mirror at my loose fitting t-shirt and baggy sweats. It was then that I knew I had to get away from this town and find the freedom to shed the skin of miss prim and proper and let the sex-starved me out.In bed that night I fantasized an apartment in Boston and dressing in sexy clothes, meeting guys in bars, cafes, or at work and having wild sex with no strings attached. I didn’t.