The man behind the counter made no strange faces or extraordinary comments as he rung me up. There was no question about my age, or why I needed the c...ndoms. My old health teacher Mr. Quigley didn’t return from the dead to scold me, as I’d been half-expecting.It was so easy!“Hey, Matt!”I froze for a second. I didn’t recognize the male voice. Must be another Matt in the store.“Matt?” the person repeated, behind me now.It was Bill, Heather’s ex-boyfriend, holding a box of aspirin. I felt the heat. After making a cup of tea, I sat on the sofa in front of her in such a way so as she could just about see my cock, the problem was, she was turning me on in her little nightdress and my cock was getting hard. She did glance down at it a few times, but said nothing. As I got a little braver, I exposed more of my now hard cock and still she said nothing, I’m not actually sure just what I did expect her to say! She did however, come over to the sofa and sat next to me, really close, as she always. “So how about it Tommy?” Her hand had moved over to his chest and was now stroking up and down his chest with her forefinger. “Are you going to take Shelly’s spanks, or do you just want to lie here, as you are.” Her hand had now moved over to his nipple, circling around it. Tommy felt his dick throb once more. “It’s ok, if you decide not to.” She continues, now in a most innocent of voice, and then taking her thumb and forefinger takes hold of his nipple. “Us three girls could just sit here and. Well I was used to them. Becky takes care of me--she runs my life; I knew without thinking that she had everything arranged."How long?" Four days, then Paris." I like Paris--I'm always up for that trip despite the flight."Gaultier?" No, that's next month." Will we be there long?" Two days." She must have seen my disappointed look: "Thinking of chucking it and retiring there?" Of course not. Well, not yet." So you plan to stick it out and collect the ten million the world is still willing to pay.