I wondered what he was thinking, but knew better than to ask. I stayed quiet. Finally he appeared to come to a decision, I was suddenly terrified. ‘...hat if he says no? What if he doesn’t want to have sex with me? Oh God, I should never have brought this up, ‘ I thought. ‘Too late. I’m so stupid. He’s going to say no… ‘ ‘Okay, Sarah. This time you win.’ I blinked. I had convinced myself so strongly in mere moments that he would say no that it took several seconds for me to process what I had. Tongue... lower... going lower,"The phone was muffled again. I thought or imagined she said: "George, you don't have to do... that... unless you really... ohhhh, yes."She was definitely into the part. Jody's voice was ragged with passion."Oh, we can't." still muffled."You're making my breasts feel good, Jack." I love sucking on them. Your pussy feels very wet, darling. Can you feel it?" OH god, YES! I have never been so wet." Taste it with me?" I said a little tightly."Oh yes, mmmmm. Tastes. How do women sleep with hair past their shoulders? They lift it overtheir heads so it doesn't get in the way. And sleeping on the stomachwon't do either, with my DD boobs in the way. I turned on my side, andstill wasn't comfortable, with the weight of my lower half focused on myhip bone. Finally I turned on my back and found a comfortable position.My hands slid down my body, sliding past my boobs to my smooth crotch.Yup, no balls. I'll have to rub my eyes in the morning, I thought.It was. "Well, I recognized that "stuff like that" wasn't quite the agenda of "normal people," whose jobs didn't just fade into the woodwork come December; only normal rich people had that luxury. But I forbore from mentioning it.Because the truth was, I was feeling worn down after no more than a few weeks. Most jobs, the bulk of your time you can run on auto-pilot; they're routine, repetitive, and there are other people to talk to, interact with, order around or take orders from, and so on. Your.