The silky black fabric hung perfectly on her, showing off all of her best features. Mr. Masterson led her into the living room and asked Bianca to si... down on the couch. The entire time she was walking down the hall, over to the closet, she could feel Mr. Masterson undressing her with his eyes, ogling at her ass. "Would it be alright if I freshened up a bit?" He asked, his eyes glued once again to her chest. "I want to look presentable for your interview. Feel free to set your camera up. Pun intended. I'd like to know what you do."They reached the front door and stopped. "I'm starting my last year at River City U., Sara. I'm a history major. I love history, much to my father's dismay, since he's a math professor there." History? I love history. Historical novels are my favourites, but I like reading pure history, too. And, of course, I'm always looking for good historical documentaries on TV. But math, blegh! I mean, I can do math. In fact, in my job I do a lot of math. But my. He puts the fire out. He packs up his stuff. He uncuffs my hands. He says, look at you fucking pig. You've been hard, you fat fucking pig. You may think you're freaking out but your dick shows you love this.I'll be back for you in the morning pig.He goes back to the house.I'm really fucking scared. What the hell is happening? A couple hours go by but he hasn't come back out. I guess I am here till morning. I don't sleep. I'm awake all night. I am freaking out. I am anxious as hell. I start. Mr. S. ?Now, move forward slowly until I tell you to stop.? William crept forward until he felt a restraining hand on his forehead. Mr. S. ?Now, give me your right hand.? William did as instructed and Mr. Smith grasped his right hand. Mr. S. ?Now William, I want you to take my penis in your hand.? William was horrified by such a thought. Although he had received many indecentand revolting propositions from men at drink fuelled parties in his youth,he had never been attracted to the male body..