.My heart was pounding in my chest. Why did he want mynumber anyway? Could I trust him? I didn't know the first thing about it.The risk was scary - bu... it was exciting too. In a strange way, I wanted toput myself under steve's control, and see where it lead...I gave him my number...thank you Jay. you have 1 minute to prepare yourself and then I shallcall you. if you have given me the wrong number you will never hear from meagain...One minute. Yet it felt like an hour. I watched the second hand. We sat in the living room for about an hour, i could not control my self and was trying to hide my erect dick which i could not she found it and we where sharing news and small talk.And suddenly, the conversation eventually turned to sex she directly asked me what happened to u what r u hiding i said nothing but she asked me to stand inserted her hand and caught my erect dick and asked is this what u where hiding and she asked me whether I had sex with any girls or not I was timid and answered. Her face was, in a word, average. Not that she was ugly, but she certainly would never have won any beauty contests. Her light blue windbreaker was pulled tightly around her body; she had what would in earlier times be called a Renaissance figure.What struck me most, however, was the expression on her face. She had a look of desperation. There was no other word adequate to describe it. I knew the look well; I'd had it just moments before.She dodged around me after a few quick stutter steps, the. Oh, and close the door behindyou."Candice did as instructed, and patiently waited in front of Ms.Rockwell's desk, watching her type away at her computer. After nearlyfive minutes, Ms. Rockwell spoke."Candice, didn't Mrs. Belfridge inform you that I urgently needed tosee you?" Yes." Yet it took you a good fifteen minutes to knock on my door." I'm sorry, but I had to finish my sweeping and put away the broom...and the mop, too, because I was going to do that next, but I spilledsome water. I.