We're not having sex or anything, well, we are having something, I've gotten her top off and played with her boobs and sucked her nipples but she just...doesn't want to go any further.So, I go home to marathon jack-off sessions after I take her home from a date. I mean, I do love her breasts, they're really perfect, nice size, firm, pretty pink nipples, just perfect. But no farther. I've tried moving her hand to my crotch, no go. "No, Eric, I don't want to do that," she says. So, I jack-off even. This is not an official visit."She stopped worrying and relaxed a little. "What is it then? Something you forgot?" Not exactly forgot, Betty. It is more a matter of something which I could not bring up during our official discussions, as it was not relevant." Really? What might that be, Mr ... Addison, is it?" Addison, yes. I did not ask whether you were in any sort of relationship, with a man or woman. It was not directly relevant to the matter in hand, despite my wanting desperately to know. "What's going on, what are you two up to?" Pat inquired.I removed my hands and Pat looked suspiciously at us both and walked over to the table "What the fuck are these?"On the table were six silk scarves and a blindfold. Pat looked decidedly nervous. Sam told her it was time to have some fun and to discard her dress. Pat was hesitant, so I undid all the buttons and slid the straps from her shoulders. The dress slipped down Pat's body and surrounded her feet."Mmmm, I like that, it's new," Sam. She could still be a pill head and on the police’s rat list. On thing you learn in the joint is that informants come in all shapes and sizes. Ask Donald Trump, if you doubt me.“That’s fine Ester, I don’t blame you a bit, but I can’t help you,” I explained.“Wait,” she demanded. “It’s just I have never done it for a stranger.“I’m not a stranger Ester. I’m the man you want to supply you illegal drugs,” I explained. “In this case we have to be able to trust each other completely.”I stood giving the.