But he is not gay. He can never love me the way that I need to be lovedby him. He wants to please me. I am not just his boss. He wantssomething of...all the skills that I have. The truth is that he will neverbe a great chef, but he could be a very good one. But I cannot tell himthat. I just cannot afford to lose him. I can never blurt out the way Ifeel. He would leave in terror.Until he came into my kitchen my life was so normal, but now it is inpieces. There is that sense of joy that. So why do you think he is following you?" Jesus Joan you're such a slut." Then I told her my story from the first time I remembered seeing him up until today's encounter."Well, I don't know if this is all anymore than just a mere coincidence, after all he really hasn't been anywhere near you, just in the building or parking lot. I mean, Hell Mary, he was even in the restaurant before we got here." That's exactly my point! How did he know that you and I were going to have lunch here?" Hummm,. Handjobs.” Luna responded slowly. “That’s where you rub the dick up and down with your hands right?” Riley asked. “Yeah, it’s pretty simple.” Luna answered, “Cocks are much less complex than vaginas.” Suddenly, Riley reached out and took a hold of Luna’s massive penis, pulling it upright into the air. Luna was a bit surprised but pleased at her clear willingness to learn and perform. Riley seemed to fall into a trance again, as she held the huge cock in her small hands. Her finger tips barely. Slowly she began to unbutton her blouse. Again my hand stole to my hard cock. I realized I still had the panties in my hand and quickly removed my underwear and began stroking with the panties I realized it would feel even better if I wore them and slipped them on. The sensation as they slid up my leg was wonderful. I couldn’t believe how nice they felt wrapped around my groin and ass. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned now and I began silently screaming at her to remove it. Slowly almost.