Jenna was back in her seat on the dais. It had been almost 10 minutes since she left the bathroom, so I expected a text any minute. Being the good gir... she was, she did not disappoint. My phone lit up. "I just touched myself. I'm so wet."I smiled at my phone and looked up at her, staring intently. She shifted in her seat. Now that I had her on a schedule, I wanted to watch her do it. I held my gaze steady and as I watched, she slid forward in her seat and dropped her hand to her lap. I kept. Around the training, I was trying to get a finger on the Carnoli family protection rackets. The first case I was able to touch was a department store that was paying $1,000 a week to stay away from vandalism. I tripped over this one through Dan Alsop. He knew of my vendetta against the Carnoli family and was wholly behind me. He had the Argent Department Store, Inc. as his client. Well, actually, it was Wayne Argent who was his client. One Saturday during a weekly golf outing, Argent complained. I gasp and her lips find my clit again. My knees threaten to buckle at the pleasure. I grasp at the edge of the counter, breathless with my head thrown back and panting furiously. She releases my clit and rubs her thumb hard on my clit. I gasp and everything in my body tells me to move my hand to her wrist and thrust her fingers deeper into me. She notices my slight struggle to keep my hands where they are and she smiles. Though smug, she thrusts deep into me, giving me what I want. I scream. Stroking my young hard cock, I would bring myself to incredible, powerful orgasms. Laying back and shooting my warm, thick jizz all over my chest and stomach, I would lustfully bring my cum covered fingers to my mouth and taste them. So wishing it was the man’s in the magazine.My curiosity, my lust, only built and became stronger. I dreamed of sucking cock. I was so young and it seemed so natural, so erotic and sensual. I began to realize that men had sex with other men, that they would take.