...” then as She had me on the verge, I could only moan, and She’d be saying “you’re a pathetic wanker Graham, it doesn’t take much to make ...ou cum in your pants does it?! Just a bit of stocking-tops and you’re there, ogling and making a mess of your pants, you big wanker!”Obviously hearing those lovely words made me instantly bend double and groan as I pumped 7 or 8 shots of spunk through the front of my trousers, sometimes She’d laugh, despite trying not to, or maybe pull a face like ‘how. Your heart pounding and your body is shaking at how turned on you feel, I know I don't speak out of turn when I say this either, because I can see it. I gaze at you, my eyes burning with a fire that entices and tempts you to feel the heat that is within me.I stand there in only my briefs. Every muscle in my body is flexed like a jungle cat. I pace slowly, stalking. You take my breath away with your sexual movements on the bed, but I know you are looking at me. I can see the effect my slow. I held the remote."I've been teasing you all day, baby," you whispered as you reached over and squeezed my thigh. "It's your turn."Fully expecting you to slide down off the barstool and head to the ladies' room to put the egg in its proper place, I turned my stool to give you room."Turn back around."I did as ordered, though I was a little puzzled.Oh so casually as we continued to chat, you deftly slid up the front of your dress -- even pausing for a moment to get a sip of your drink -- pulled. .. "Or Los Angeles," interrupted Mike."Right," the fat man said, grinning and nodding his head. "Here in L.A. you guys got a good thing going. In Dubuque I got to work my ass off all the time."I'll bet you do, Mike thought to himself. Then out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Steve Paul, Jay Snyder's right-hand man. Paul was moving slowly across the convention floor, smiling and shaking hands with every second person he saw. Christ, Mike thought, it looks like he's running for.