Stroker told us, only the guys could do the asking. This struck Barb as a tad chauvanistic, so she asked why?The answer was also simple. Because guys ...ouldn't cum as frequently as the women can, why have a guy, who's all fucked out and as dry as a bone, have to say no, no, no, all friggin' night when all he wants to do is watch? Made perfect sense to me. And I just loved asking, or begging, if it came to that.Aside from the usual 'show respect at all times' advice, the only other rule I. I could feel my pussy getting hot. I could feel myself getting turned on. I was about to let out a little moan, but I gripped my teeth and tried to held it in. However, when I did that, I suddenly spread my two legs further apart and Alex's hands accidentally slipped in and were touching in between my legs, right next to my pussy. "Oh, I am so sorry, Tracy . My hands just....um.... I...." I got up completely forgetting the awareness of being naked, "Nonono, Alex. It was my fault. I shouldn’t. I thank him, but said I appreciate the gesture but no thank you. He said at least look at what he was offering me. I said Ok and followed him to his car. He opened the trunk and it was full of jewelry. He said you know I am a traveling salesman right? I didn't know that, but was amazed with what was in the trunk. He held up a necklace that was lined with diamond. He also held up a brooch that matched the necklace. He said please accept these for your birthday. I after we talked for awhile I. It’s either detention after school or go to the principal and face possible suspension.” The possibility of suspension was more than enough to keep me quiet. I was devastated. Never in my four years of high school have I ever had detention. I was a good kid and made good grades. Why was Mr. Sullivan being so hard on me? One thing was for certain, I was not looking forward to staying after school with him.*********** After the last bell rang for the school day, I took my time walking.