I’m afraid I’ll feel jealous. I don’t want it to get complicated. I just want to be able to be grateful for what I get, every other week.As I wa...k to the station, I’m consumed with anticipation. This is a new development. Previously we’ve only ever met at the house. Yesterday I went over and sat in the chair Catherine provides for me and wanked off while she performed in front of her laptop, emptying my balls into the tumbler she also provides. It was an ordinary session. (Always depending on. “We fell asleep,” she said. “I only use that room for, well, you know what I use it for. I usually go to my safe place before sunup, but I got carried away, had too much sex, too much of your sweet blood. I suppose the maid found us when she went in to clean. We weren't breathing of course, so she thought we were dead.” “The maid found us?” I still couldn't understand what had happened. “Ever read a book called Dracula by Bram Stoker?” She asked. “I don't read much,” I said. The truth is I. “We don’t have much time,” he said. She nodded knowingly, then pointed at me. “Meat?” He smirked. “Yes.” She grabbed my wrist and placed my hand over her pussy. “Put your fingers in there. Do it like you do to yourself when you think nobody’s looking.” I happily did as she commanded, and she nodded her approval. He tossed her a phone as he made a call on his. I stopped, wondering what they were doing. “Hi, Sharon,” she started, motioning for me to continue. “It’s Cassy. I feel like running this. "Craig, does Ashlee have any access to the trust fund?" No. She isn't your wife so she has no access to it at all."I felt a little dejected, but fine that the money was safe from everyone. "Thanks. Do you have a will in there for me to sign or a medical thing to sign?" Yes I do." He pulled another small folder out of the stack and handed it to me. "Here is the will for you to sign."I opened it up and tried to read it over. It seems as though when I die all of my estate goes into the trust fund.