I only really picked it up because it was shiny and it looked like I might have been able to pawn it for a quick buck if I needed it. If it wasn't for...the glint into my eyes, I would have never even found it. However, there was something about it that just seemed to call to me.I looked it over again, holding it up to the light of my apartment. There weren't even any engravings or markings anywhere on it. In fact, it just looked like someone welded a piece of metal together into the shape of a. As i start to unzip my shorts he starts stroking his cock. I take my shorts off and he says ‘wow baby nice cock’ he grabs my hand and directs it to his dick. This is the first time i have ever touched a cock other than mine. I start to jerk him off. His head rolls back in pleasure. I said hold on i went to the bathroom came back with the little bottle of hotel lotion and squeezed the whole bottle of lotion on his cock and went to town on him. He started grabbing my cock which was hard as shit. He did care what Lauren thought about him. He did, he just, he didn't know. He guessed he didn't like her much anymore. Of course, he told himself, he had been using her all along. He hadn't ever cared about her.But he knew he had, though he tried to push that thought out of his mind. Nobody could tell him what to do, not Lauren or Johanna. Even his parents were idiots. So maybe he had used her, so what. People used each other everyday. Jen had used me, he thought bitterly. She used me to piss. My work was done here.Suitcoat and tie went in the drycleaning hamper, replaced by cardigan and loafers. I went to the formal dining room, fixed a Dewar's on ice, then reviewed the materials spread on the table. I had two presentations prepared: a chartered train trip linking Canada's scenic highlights and five-star hotels, and a paddle wheel steamboat excursion up the Mississippi River. Jen's ideas were simpler: a rental island in the Saint Lawrence Seaway, or a rental cabin on the Hudson.