So Greg opened up too. He had also escaped being a salary slave later in life. Back home he operated a few high-class call-girls; and it paid for life...��s little extras like the occasional cruise! Greg and Dan were getting along together just fine and they had another drink.“How do you come by a classy call-girl I wonder?” Dan ventured.“Now that’s a very good question.” smiled Greg smugly.“Well I imagine you simply polish up a common one!” Dan speculated.“That’s just what you don’t do.” stated. ” His voice was strained. His cock stiffening, hard as a rock, Dean desperately needed to open his pants and jack off. ‘Fucccck.’“Oh…” Millie smiled shyly at him and took another bite. She continued to read her book, a highlighter in her hand and a banana in the other.‘Should I?’ He spoke to himself in mind. His hand reached for his zipper and he brought out his rock-hard cock as he hissed quietly. Grateful that his desk did have a wood panelling across so she couldn’t see what he was doing.. At this point she looked in my direction and beckoned for me to join her.“Tommy, she wants tae know if there’s anything else?” she said in an almost whisper.“I can’t answer that, I’m afraid! However, I’m sure that from seeing the condition of your other things, there must be something else you need. How about that thing you had on when I arrived, was that the only one you have?” She nodded. “Then get another one of those, too. What about brassieres?”“I don’t really need them, Tommy; there are. Amber stood up. I tried not to stare until she called out my name. It's another dream I told myself. There's no way she's calling me. But it was real. She was calling me.So I walked across her lawn and I stepped on her porch. "Hey." I said trying to act casual to hide the fact that I was really nervous."Hey yourself Antonio. Guess who we just talked to?" Who?" I had no clue who she talked to."Danielle." Oh." I said surprised."Yea and she had the most interesting story to tell us.".