He met her hand with his own, his palm slightly damp where itd been dry and cool before. I shall see you again at Selective Tastes, Miss Hardak. Enjoy...your flight, and please… he drew an embossed business card from his pocket, …give me a call if you need anything. Nodding and pocketing the card, she left. At home, she began sorting through her clothes and packing everything tidily for travel and a weekends stay off the coast of Florida. Humming to herself, she folded and tucked and zipped until. "You will feel like a vomiting cockroach that crawls when in the corridors of your work you see how the men look at you suspiciously (those do not matter), but the women will let loose such malicious gossip about you, and all the girls stop talking when you pass in front of them, but you’ll see the laughter contained in their eyes making fun of your appearance because of your hair, in a brutal humiliation that will be repeated every day for at least a year. Can you bear it, you mental moron,. I held off taking over until the weekend and let me tell you, it was not easy! Friday after school Jim arrived home to his empty home, as usual, and then the wait was finally over, it was my turn! He was dumbfounded and powerless when I took control. All he could do was watch and hear my thoughts but he had no control over any part of his body. It was my turn to feel and I wanted to feel him! I slowly stripped down in front of the mirror. Oh my God what a body this kid has! He has less hair on. He sat opposite me and three other guys, all white lads, who I’m sure all hoped he would choose.He stood up and motioned to me. I even pointed to myself quizzically to make sure I was the one he wanted. He laughed. “Yeah, you” he said and held out his hand.My cock was hard and made my towel stick out at the front. I’m not well endowed, about five inches fully erect and now worried he’d be disappointed when the towel came off. He wasn’t! “Mmmm, that’s a cute little thing you have there” he.