“Ah…ah…okay.”“Okay, now I want you to wear a skirt, a button-down blouse, no bra but wear regular panties, not skimpy panties either. Shoes ...re optional.” John instructed. “Now, what is your address?”Jazzy told him and they hung up. She sat there on the couch, holding her phone in her hands, tempted to call him back and cancel out but Jazzy knew if she canceled out now, she would never have the guts to do it again. Jazzy stood up and headed upstairs to take a shower.At precisely eight o’clock,. She would suck on my cock and take me exactly to the edge of no return. Then she would press down with her thumb to block my release and stop the fellatio until I could regain control. She would do this again and again until I could really establish control. She would put my cock in her tight pussy and contract her muscles and take me up to the point of no return, to the point of release, but somehow she knew just when to stop. She could just sense the exact moment to stop and would remain. ’ I thought how sad it was that such a brilliant, handsome man, could be so troubled and hurt. Like a moth to a flame, I was hooked. The moth draws ever closer, never really seeing how dangerous the flame is. ‘He is very attractive,’ I said, trying to sound less interested than I was, ‘his girlfriend must care about him a great deal.’ ‘I don’t really know. She’s a strange bird. She has been on him to get married for a couple of years now, but he keeps putting her off. You know, that inability. Tuesday, September 8th, was a day I’ll never forget. I played golf with a men’s league at a nearby club. I eagled their famous 679-yard par six with a 300-yard drive, a 230-yard fairway club, and a lob wedge to within fifteen feet of the hole. It was a long twisting putt with a double break. The ball died just as it fell into the hole. I couldn’t wait to tell Marie! I joined my fellow golfers for lunch and a few beers before driving home. Parking my Porsche in the garage I walked in.