.. Especially since I tend to get a little excited while being massaged by an attractive woman (and Emily was a very attractive middle aged woman... n...ce figure, attractive face) and I was concerned she would be offended or embarrassed if I got too "touchy feely". But our first session had been a great success from my point of view. She hadn't minded my sliding my hand up under her skirt and, eventually even let me finger her pussy while I stroked myself to an explosive climax. She'd refused to. He sighed in frustration. It was nearing midnight and he hadn't found the right kind of poor sap yet.He wanted it. Fuck. He needed it. The thrill. The rush. He loved finding the perfect mark. It wasn't anything perverse or sexual. It was just good, clean fun. The kind that left him with a high that lasted almost all week. Sweet, precious time he savored and languished in as much as he could.He took a deep breath through his nose and let the long sigh out over the top of his beer. Thirty more. How could I not be mad after seeing her debase herself to him almost begging for him to put his cock down her throat but the only emotion I could muster was lust as my dick was yet again throbbing from what I was witnessing. I heard Marie's key in the door and wondered if she had just been with him. When she walked in, I handed her the disc and told her I had inadvertently opened her mail. "I'm sorry John that wasn't meant for you to see. Reggie has been filming us and he always sends me a. She wouldn't give me the time of day, and there was really no one else I could talk to. The loneliness of my situation is what I hated, initially, about my family uprooting me from my friends and acquaintances in the middle of my senior year. And when Jaime took to me, I wasn't alone for a while, but not...I felt very alone, and I would often cry myself to sleep at night, feeling so alone, no one to talk with. Until...one day, in the last class of the day, I noticed I had a text. And OMG, it.