Somewhere along the line, I started to say no and it came out OK. That’s when I knew it was time. I was surprised, but I knew I was ready, due to hi... persistence. So I gave in. I was sacred, nervous, uncomfortable, but exhilarated, happy, excited, and curious. I actually found myself looking forward to it. I was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure and the romantic moment. I sent him out of the room, then I stripped my way up the stairs, leaving a boot at the foot of the stairs, another boot a. " Translation: I need you to write my report because I don't really know how to do it. I don't really have that much important to do, but I'd rather swan about all day or browse the internet (he didn't know that IT could find out what he was looking at)."I'll send you everything you need", he said with a dismissive wave as he walked off.Shit.Looked like my weekend was in serious danger.I sat waiting for the Mr A's promised email so I could get started: it took more than an hour for him to get. See where they just posted those pics?”“Write it down, we may send them some pics. They’ll never know it’s us. I want to send Gaby some too, after we shave each other.”“You’re really into this voyeurism and porn sharing stuff, aren’t you?”“I love my naked body, Guy. I love showing myself to you and sharing pics too, when I know they can’t be traced back to us.”“You make me horny as hell - you know that - don’t you?”“Yes, and I love it too. I’m on birth-control, and if we ever figure out a way. I laid my left hand upon her right thigh where it nearly rubbed up against mine in the narrow booth. She flushed more. I was pleased. I left my hand there, motionless, for some moments as we continued to talk and eat. There were many things you can say about me but patience is not one of them. When the opportunity availed itself, I slid my hand between her parted thighs and let my thumb begin to gently rub against her hard clit. Soon, I could feel the wetness building against my fist. She was.