I'm afraid of myself, of freezing up, of disappointing you.“Then don't say anything, just listen. You look so innocent floating here, don't you, and...yet you were so obviously turned on when I saw you earlier."What were you thinking about when you touched yourself before? Yes, you said about me. You must have known I would find that immensely flattering."I had been thinking about him watching the deepest secrets of my desire for him. His emphasis of 'immensely' brought to mind something of his. I loved the plan right away. He asked me to be sure to clothe myself as little as possible but to make sure to wear my favorite underwear. My favorite underwear is a pair of purple lace panties with a tiny pink bow right about where my pre cum pools when I am turned on. He hadn't seen me in panties of any kind as of yet, but I was pretty sure he wouldn't care one way or the other.One of my favorite aspects of being a cocksucker is my ability to get so into a blowjob that I can make myself cum. I made the trip in my off-time to the central headquarters station to pick up my paycheck as well as see about getting myself a T shirt for my shift the next day. I was disappointed to find out that the T shirts were not being issued; rather they were being sold to the crews to cover the cost of their production. I was further disappointed to see that my check was dated for the following day, so I couldn't cash it yet to get the money to pick up a T shirt. As I was walking back across the. I just know we shouldn’t.”“You’re making my head hurt,” I said. That wasn’t really true. I wasn’t even thinking about my head as her hand slowly stroked my penis.She let go of me and turned me around.“I can’t stop doing this, Bobby,” she said, as water streamed down her face. “I can’t.”“Then we have to decide how to control it so it doesn’t go too far,” I said.“Which is exactly why I started doing this,” she said. “So things wouldn’t go too far on a date.”“You have your fuck toy,” I said.“Don’t.