“See what you do to me?” he said in a deep, hushed voice. Damn that was a hot move. He was rock hard. We continued kissing while I rubbed the len...th of his shaft. We stopped kissing and I continued to stroke him as I looked down over his body. The fabric of his pants was so soft and smooth over his cock, which was now taking up any available room in there. His shaft reached to over his edge of his hip and I looked as if it needed to escape. “What did I ever do to deserve you” he said softly. If I planned to make more movies, it would be nice to have my own place, even if it turned into some kind of compound or estate.I made a point to thank everyone who helped put together today’s presentation. Cindy was treated like a rock star for snagging this project for them.Talking to the students was interesting. They had some seriously creative ideas. I would never have thought about leather floors, or glass walls, or windows that you could either see through or change to opaque with a flip. Hitherto I had been indebted only to the girls of the house for the corruption of my innocence: their luscious talk, in which modesty was far from respected, their description of their engagements with men, had given me a tolerable insight into the nature and mysteries of their profession, at the same time that they highly provok'd an itch of florid warm-spirited blood through every vein: but above all, my bed-fellow Phoebe, whose pupil I more immediately was, exerted her talents in giving me. “What are you doing Travis? You know mom and dad said no parties while they are gone.” He said.“It’s not a party!” He growled back. “Kurt and I convinced this hot chick to come over and use the hot tub, so don’t blow it for us.”“You two dorks got a girl to party with you? I don’t believe it.” He said.“Check it out for yourself.” Travis replied.The younger brother stepped out onto the deck and peeked around the corner. Then he came back inside. “Holy shit, you hooked a woman. And a looker.