"So, what brings you here?" she asked. "I'm here to get some studying done, can't do it at my apartment, neighbors. Too loud. Know what I mean?" Uh, y...ah, I know what you mean. I'm just trying to relax a little before sleep," I replied."Huh, I would've guessed differently, if you don't mind my saying so," Jeanette said."Really, like how?" I said."Well, you've got a really pissed off look on your face for one thing. For another, you look like you just got out of bed before you came here. My. I've never been titty-fucked nor have I allowed anyone to even touch my ass. Sir, why am I telling you this. It's really none of your business.” “Sandra, you may call me Jason instead of Sir. You are right about one thing though. Your sex life is none of my business, but it soon will be. Before this evening is over, we will do all those things I mentioned. Some of them may cause you pain. Others you may enjoy. I don't care either way. The end result will be that your classroom behavior. He had been in numerous meetings with Kurt Wiesel,the bank executive handling his account - or rather, her account.That was the reason for the call - to check to see whether the chargeswere to be dropped, and to convince him to open a negotiation withcreditors. That call had finished some time ago, with a request thatKane send an email through to Anna confirming details.His laptop warbled and Gil checked the email. It was good enough toforward to the Bank.It was almost 3:30. He had spent most. I guess I was going to live out this fantasy. But the stakes – getting to fuck the perfectly delectable Eileen -made it worth while. “On the floor, you two,” she said. Sven stood. He was about six inches erect, and definitely thinner than mine. I was a little longer, not much, but had a much thicker tool. My balls were fuller and heavier as well. I wondered if that would make a difference. I laid on my side, and Eileen got Sven into position. I stared at his bobbing, bouncing erection and felt.