So no, not a date. I’m kidding about the Wednesdays. She does get ‘that look’ in her eyes every so often when I’m wearing something sexy, but ...he’s trying out straight as a lifestyle, and I’m very supportive of that. I have to admit I was a little bit pleased to see him. There’s always a shortage of available, good-looking guys. I have to keep reminding myself that he’s actually NOT available. Not unless I were his age. Ha! I wouldn’t go back to being a teenager for anything. Besides, most guys. How dare you ask to be fucked!” I was livid at this point. I saw Emma lean back in the chair as I shouted at her.“Master, I’m sorry master.”I started to stroke myself again. I concentrated hard on cumming and I watched Emma all the time. Her face was serene, she just stared at my cock the whole time, occasionally her lips would open in an attempt to engulf my knob as it got closer, and then her tongue would swirl around her upper lip. I could see she was tensing her lower body while watching. It was my guess that Ginger had done some talking in the same manner as Mary had. Speaking of Ginger, she was very nice to me and introduced me to her sorority sisters with the comment that I had very good hands and to make sure I put lotion on them when needed. This caused me to be embarrassed and blush and all the girls to laugh. Of course I did put lotion on all of them so I guess I had the last laugh. Ginger even hinted around that she would be free for a date as long as it wasn’t on the. What now, bright boy?Seven days later I got a call from the police informing me that the driver of my wife's car had been released on a technicality. Some rookie cop had screwed up the booking and a clever lawyer had gotten him free. The driver's name? Harve Lattimor.I waited a while; biding my time, getting things ready. Plotting and planning like I used to do while playing games when I was a boy.I sent Mom and Dad back home, and started going to class again. I returned to my little room in.