He could in a second, recite them with his touches, oh my god, the deep hypnotic tone of his voice at just the right moment had a mesmerising effect t...at she was powerless to ignore. Like the pages slowly turning when her father read bedtime stories before sleeping. This was the effect he had over her. She felt safe, excited, loved.... And most of all comforted in a way that made her vulnerable to his whim.Her work discarded, the laptop opened for its light source only, she lay flat and naked.. I sat in the same position if I were like a statue. Crissydidn't say a word to me or even look at me she just went about herbusiness as if I didn't exist. I wished the opposite were true and shedidn't exist. My tormentor eventually finished and left the room,heading upstairs. Subdued noise drifted back down to me, knocks, bangs,rattles and even running water. I assumed she was finishing putting herthings away and cleaning up or something.An hour passed before Crissy made another appearance. "I'm sorry. I will need to see your driver's license or similar ID please," he said, as he put his bag on the coffee table."Of course," she said, reversing course and walking back around the table towards the door. He watched her move and tried not to focus on the way her ass shifted under the lightweight pants she was wearing. He felt his cock twitch just a bit more and the room seemed to heat up. He did not often have clients this close to his age and it had been a long time since any of them. "Take your pants off, Derek, andI'll sit on your lap."Whew. The die was cast.Derek complied with my generous offer, shucking his pants, shoes andsocks in record time. Derek was stripped to just his tshirt. To fulfill the bargain, I had to sit on his lap. Which was naked.With a protruding penis. Which I glimpsed for the first time.It was uncircumcised and a little smaller than mine. Very red. Verystiff. Very manly. Very needy.I would be sitting right next to "it" if I sat on his lap. .