"Bye Peter!" I heard my mom's voice as the door closed behind my back.I got to the office building a few minutes earlier than I expected and Itook my ...ime grabbing a coffee from the kitchen corner."Peter! Good to see you back, man!" Said Terence, one of the designersthat I had been supervising for the past year."Good to see you too, Terence! What was life like around here?" I asked,sipping my drink."All good! Nothing out of the ordinary. We are still working on those bigbanners for the. She spoke about her husband, but I wasn’t listening. Clients were usually tediously boring religious nuts, or middle-aged losers living beyond their means. This client, however, was a mid-twenties bombshell with high cheekbones, and legs that finished somewhere north of Jersey. She paused for a second, and I took control.“Two hundred a day, plus expenses.” She didn’t flinch. “Cash, upfront.” A smile broke across her face.“Mr. Tarakan, you come highly recommended.” She oozed insincerity.. Encouraged I looked up into his big steely gorgeous eyes and deliberately and slowly opened my lips and took the tip of his cock in my mouth. His eyes closed as I continued to take as much of this magnificent tool in my mouth as I could. I felt his hand on my head as he played with my hair. I tasted the salty pre cum leaking from his tip on my lips it was sweet nectar to me. I continued giving head like a good slut sucking licking and teasing his cock and balls. Taking each of his heavy swollen. Man want woman. Man grunt. Woman shriek and run away. Man chase. Woman catches stiletto in undergrowth.Man catch. And whatever happens in the bushes is the way of the world.But it's even more true online than in the real world.Every woman I talk to online and/or meet in real life thereafter always says they get literally hundreds of messages from men over the course of a given week.They may be dull. They may be inappropriate. They may be written in txt spk. They may be long, langourous.