His parents were pressuring him to get married, and he finally decided to start searching for a girlfriend for himself. He created a profile on Tinder...and started swiping right to all the women out there.He tried all he could by putting his best pictures, but he still got rejected. His friend suggested that he start looking out for older women who might be more willing to sleep with him. He tried that, and he was matched with many women, all of them much older than him. He finally. She leaned up on her elbow and looked him in the face, ‘So… who’s Amy?’ ‘What? Why would you ask me that?’ he answered defensively. Sarah laughed. ‘Oh don’t worry. You aren’t in trouble, John. I know we’re not exclusive. I’m just curious. You called me ‘Amy’ twice, you know.’ ‘I did not! I’m pretty sure I said ‘Aaaaaa Meeeeee’, or maybe ‘Ooooo Meeee.” Had he called her Amy? He hadn’t been thinking of Amy during sex. In fact, he had been working very hard not to think of Amy, and Sarah had been. I then proceeded to run my hand up his thigh. This sirred him a bit, and I giggled as I saw his cock start to enlarge. I unzipped his pants and pulled his stiffy out though his underwear. He started to breathe heavily and groan groggily as I started to wank him. I suppose he was about to come when he woke up abruptly, looked down, and started to go with the flow. “Tell me when you are about to blow, baby” I said and he just nodded, and started to thrust his hips in time with my hand. I noticed. My first party invitation came a week later.Now its all second-nature, but that first visit made me question my sanity. The only reason I agreed to come was, well, you don’t say no to the richest and most powerful men in the world. I had my ideals, but I also planned to have a son one day. One party with these guys would ensure he didn’t just inherit my billions and buy a pacific island to coke himself to death in luxury. These guys had a mission.At the time, I had no idea what that mission.