I can’t help but bring my hand down to his crotch to rub him gently through his slacks. He gasps and moans as I close my eyes and rub him earnestly,...loving the way that he is reacting to my mere touch. His hands on my hips start to tremble and I feel moisture gather on the fabric of his slacks. Immediately, I withdraw my hand, feeling guilty.“I’m sorry, Master,” I quickly say. “I started touching you without permission. I don’t want to ruin your nice clothes.”He is silent as he urgently but. From my ears glittered a waterfall of silver cascades. The jewellery was breathtaking enough but the calf length silver fox fur coat threatened to make me feint. Though I'd never have wished any ill will on a poor defenceless creature normally, this didn't enter my mind at that moment. If anyone had ever told me that I could be described as looking glamorous I'd have argued them to a standstill, seeing myself dressed as I was left me with nothing to say. My mouth and throat were dry and my. Like... I have periods and stuff... And she says her sister only done it once and she got knocked up... and she wasn't no older'n me when it happened... so you can't make me do it again... not all the way."That was twice she'd said 'not all the way'. Did that mean that she was willing to go part of the way? I sat beside her on the bed and, as I did, she moved away from me."No Joe... don't get any ideas... but... like... Suzie told me what she does with Billy... like... she says lots of kids do. Only old people kept cash around, usually hidden though not always very well. With the old people, what you did was look for coffee cans. If you looked in the cupboards or sometimes down in the basement and you saw an old Chase & Sanborn or Maxwell House can, jackpot. Or kitchen counter canisters: flour, sugar, coffee, tea. It was always in the coffee or tea canister, sometimes under a pile of teabags, but still.These people, they wouldn’t have any cash around, nothing to speak of, anyway. But.