I move thepanties out of the way and grab hold of my cock. It's slick with pre-cum,again. I coat it in cream and work the shaft with hard, fast stroke.... Theskirt! I can't come on my skirt. It'll be ruined. I need it to be niceand pretty. I stumble around and finally manage to pin the skirt to mychest with my elbow. I rest on the flusher and hope to cover the noise ofmy antics. I close my eyes and see the little black dress. I think ofMom. I shake that off. Ew! I think of Lisa. I think of her in. Matt straightened himself out as the bubble of privacy was no longer with us. I was glad for his maturity of preservation. It put me at ease. I thought to myself, his awareness, in the long run, will make things a lot easier for me. Jeez, I was already planning ahead and we had met not just two hours ago. I chuckled to myself. There were a few people coming and going. No one noticed us, and if they did, it was nothing out of the ordinary. I was also glad that this was a large enough high-rise. Think about my ‘housewarming’ gift,” I whispered back.“Holy shit! How much money does that guy have?”“Enough, I guess. And he certainly understands that he can’t take it with him! So he takes care of his friends and family. Money is a tool, just like a hammer. Applied correctly, it does a lot of good. But it can also do a lot of damage.”“From meeting your dad and now Don Joseph, I’m starting to understand you better. Those are the men you are emulating.”“Yes. If I can be like my dad and Don. I saw it, and let my thighs part in a provocative move. I knew what I wore under my outer clothing was the stuff men buy magazines to jack off to, stockings and garter belts, pussy waxing for the little girl look, some of my best sex was when I was barely into my teens and both my holes were being fucked as I was flipped and turned on the bed by the men abusing me, only I was having orgasms and shouting and swearing for them to do it harder.'You are in a circle of trust Frida', said the self.