"Her best was attempted to halt her tears. "If you won't make love to me, will at least just hold me in your arms, if only for a moment? Grant me that...at least," she pleaded, putting her arms out as she was about two feet away from me.My eyes just stayed on hers for about twenty seconds and I resisted not to have them drift south."Okay," I said, getting up and standing about eight inches taller than her.The blanket fell off me and my cock entered her vision for the first time ever. No words. With some difficulty, I pushed thought of Aimee and the night ahead out of my mind. The drive was almost at an end and I didn’t want to arrive at Aimee’s house with a fully erect cock. As fun as the thought was, I would probably attract some stares on the walk to the door. Eventually, the concentration required to navigate unknown streets was distraction enough to allow my burning desire to settle, and I arrived at Aimee’s at about 6.30, my cock soft and appropriate. I stepped out of the car. She dropped the gun. "Never make me do that again!" She said to Chris.He nodded, "I agree, I almost didn't think it was going to work either." He said shakily.Gwen frowned, "How did you copy his voice?" She askedChris shook his head, "I don't know, somehow I knew how to alter the airwaves to sound like him, but I don't know how I knew?" He said the situation puzzled him.Chris was puzzled over something else; he'd expected to have heard something by now, his message that was in Gwen's phone made. I suppressed the natural feeling of humiliation and steeling myself, returned to the kitchen. I was furious with myself for being manipulated into this ‘impossible’ situation. How could Jennifer be so off-hand, after almost begging for my help? I sat there fuming and sulking, when the hand-bell rang again.“Peter, there are some cream-cakes in the refrigerator. Could you fetch them?”“Yes, of course, Miss,” I replied. (Well, at least she used my name this time!) I returned with the cakes,.