"May I?" I asked as I looked at Trevor. He nodded. I took out my tablet and put it on the table. What followed was a few shots by both of us to show T...evor what we could do with his money, and why I thought I could make more from what he already had. Winston was not happy."It's a huge financial risk," Winston said as he shook his head."A risk you can afford, and if it pans out you would do well above average even double what you already make," I said sitting back."You're young," Trevor nodded. Sometimes I even “accidently” slide the thong between the lips of my pussy first which leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Many times I’ve stood up and turned around to see a guy staring at me with a telltale bulge in his pants. They always turn and walk away quickly, but I really enjoy knowing that they want me and can only imagine what they are thinking they would do with me. Little did they know if I could I would have loved to be a Sub at work and let them all do whatever they. We went to a movie, sat in the back of the theater. I had my hand down her blouse and she had hers down my jeans. I had such a massive hard-on. It was painful. I asked her to stroke it. She decined, asking me to wait until Saturday.I promised I would. The next day we met, went on a picnic in the woods outside of town. We found a good, level spot and set out the basket. 'Before I give you your reward for being patient as well as obedient," she said as she unzipped my pants, "I want you to kiss. ‘Probably that I’m desperate for company. No, seriously, we’ve come to know each other pretty well, I think, or at least I hope, and I think we’re ready to meet and see how we mix when we’re face to face. I’ve read and re-read every one of your emails, saying to myself, ‘Why did he tell me this?’ and ‘His choice of words must reflect his inner feelings about that.’ I’m sure that I’ve read things into them that are revealing, and probably some that are totally mistaken. We can’t keep going on.