I knew I only had options in theory, not in practice, I knew I could never have the strength to walk away from this. From him. I had imagined this day...for too many years. I grasped the cool metal, turning it slowly, drinking in the anticipation. The door swung wide, I could see him, perched on the edge of a broad white bed. Strong tanned hands either side of him as he peered out of the open window at the summer evening. The door startled him and he turned around, the sight of me, standing. The soft caresses, the rhythmic thrust of your cock, and the way your eyes could hypnotize me… I promised that some day we would never be apart. The why’s of our parting have been hashed and rehashed, haven’t they? It was a terrible ending to a beautiful romance, and it nearly killed any belief I had in love. It is the memories of those last months that make me step away from this sense that I believe I have found you now for a purpose. It is the memories of the loss of control of my future. She watched him looking at her breasts and felt like fainting. They'd been enjoying lots of flirting, but he'd never just out and out stared at her like this. 'It's been pretty good. I've already made way over two hundred dollars this morning, ' she smiled, wondering if he was even going to look at her face again.'That's good, he smiled slowly looking up, feeling like a small kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but he really didn't care. He hadn't been with a woman in over a. Jess and I both had huge smiles. My smile on the outside hid the somersaults that my stomach was doing on the inside. Jess, for her part, seemed completely at ease. I have no idea if she actually felt that way, but if not, her acting was worthy of an Oscar.“Hello, Sir,” Jess said, bowing to Brent. “Mistress Emma,” she said next, bowing to Emma.Brent swallowed hard and started choking; whatever Emma had told him to prepare for clearly hadn’t been enough. Emma was a bit more controlled, but her.