I started feeling myself grow wetter and wetter thinking of how he had his arm around me last night and how I’d technically slept with him! I then r...ached my hand into my waist band and started rubbing my clit then I began thinking of how big his cock was and how he had probably masturbated in this same spot and before I’d knew it I was climaxing. The front door opened slowly and Matt walked in he dropped his suit case to the floor and stared wide eyed at the sight before him, his 15 year old. "Not at all. It has a special lubricant that enhances the sexualpleasure," she replied. "In exchange for your time, I will pay you$1000 for each night I test it on you."Mike's jaw dropped slightly. A grand was a lot of money and would makehis life easier."If you agree to my offer, I promise not to tell a soul," said Heather."And if you say no, I will still buy my coffee from you."Mike stood up and walked over to look out the window. As he did, herubbed his chin. It was a strange offer, but he. As if on cue, another sausage, somewhere lower down, jumped a little bit. This wouldn’t work, I knew. Far from thinking about work, this innocent little chit had only distracted me from it. "I researched everything you need on the Mittals, Sir," she was saying now, "I've put in everything into a file, and emailed it to you - what they've built, their contractors, their controversies, upcoming projects - anything you might need to complete the deal today. The Hotel has been in great loss, but. We were hitting it off well enough and I was lonely so I asked Tash to dinner. "Yes, I'd like that," she said. Dinner was, let's say, eye popping! At first, we seemed to have little in common. I liked jazz. She liked Rachmaninoff and Stravinsky. I mentioned the Chicago Picasso; she talked about Rembrandt and the Dutch painters. There really wasn't much that connected us although she was a good listener. I told her that my work involved computers and that I was an independent contractor.