I could see it with my grandfather’s binoculars from the rooftop of our tenement building sitting innocently dwarfed by the hulking Port Authority b...ilding with multiple basements hiding secrets still unknown to this day. The “plug-in” trucks of the Railway Express Company dominated the landscape for a full city block. Each day they would venture forth on delivery duties silently moving on the almost two hundred year old streets like ghost ships passing in the night.Wall Street was down, way. I was glad that I’d worn one of my nicer bra’s today, a lacy lilac number. I didn’t think it could ever feel so nice having my own hands on my skin. I leaned back on my bed, getting comfortable against the pillows as Dan’s blue eyes drank up the sight of the skin that I revealed.“Perfect,” Dan rumbled deeply. “Trace your fingertips around your stunning, perfect handful sized breasts but don’t touch your nipples.”I sighed as I did what I was asked, never breaking eye contact with Dan. Shivers. Just meet me in an hour, there's a Starbucks between one hundred and one hundred one north west streets. It's close to the city center." I heard my mother say, damn it almost sounded like she was desperate. "Alright, though you better give me two hours I am obviously further away than you are." I lied, I really wasn't more than fifteen minutes away, though I wasn't about to give her anything. "If you aren't alone, you'll never see me again, I'll make damn sure of that." Good... damn it!" Evelyn. Not sure how much is real or imagined.”The other female trainer pipped up to say, “Who cares? Those three are arrogant assholes who said they could get her interested in working her ass off in exchange for them giving her some cock. They haven’t shown any skill bedding her, much less having her work on anything other than keeping them from screwing her. I’m going to go tell them we found another guy to do what they couldn’t. It is clear your carrot is a much better encouragement to work.