My skills of wanking him were either amazing or he was already ready to cum, because he lasted minutes. I stroked him up and down his shaft doing that...thing where you curve your wrist as you pump. Played with the head, caressing the helmet with my finger so sensitive so alive. Soon into it, he came for the first time. His sticky juices flying out of his hard cock landing on my hand and his cock.He looked at me and said“Want a drink?”I replied, “Sure.”And followed him to the kitchen.“Do you want. Diane is going to kill me."So his mind began to work through the list he had just heard. Fancy dinners — he could do that. So Roger went back inside and took the elevator up to his office. Flipping open his rolodex he started calling restaurants."Sorry sir, but we are booked solid for the evening," the voices all seemed to tell him. "This IS Valentine's Day sir. We've been booked for well over a week."After almost a dozen calls telling him the same thing, Roger hung up the phone and just. " Technically, that's not hard. Getting the drugs would be the difficult part. A quarter of a million? Jesus..." Carol?" Yes?" I answered."You'd best get dressed... my hour's almost up."I smiled my thanks and reached for my clothing. My thoughts were in turmoil. It was a lot of money... but, effectively it meant exiling myself. But why not? What did I have here? A rented, run down flat with both rising damp and dry rot, a few sticks of second hand furniture and an overdrawn bank account. No. Dave knew though that he had to go, so he quickly grabbed some food and got dressed. He had always kissed his mum goodbye since he was 4 so he ran up the stairs to go and find her. He walked into her room too find her completely naked and getting dressed. As he saw this he couldn’t help but stare at her for a second. He quickly composed himself before he made a complete idiot out of himself.“I’m off mum” he said quickly.“OK” she said just before pausing “Come here” she continued as she opened.