She couldn’t here though, not now, she had to tease herself, and Eric, until another time. Because Eric wasn’t ready she broke the kiss, and said ...he had to go and she hurriedly got into her car and drove off, leaving Eric standing there high and dry with a rock hard erection. *One Week Later* They haven’t kissed much since that night, a slight peck here and there, but mostly in passing. She decided she was ready for Eric, she devised a plan to get what she wanted from him. She asked him to. I asked her. "I am from a small town in Michigan just a bit outside Detroit. I never knew my Dad, and Mom died two years ago in a traffic accident. They put me first into a group home and then in foster care. Just before you and I met I ran away. The 'man' of the house was always trying to be close to me...touch me...see me. I didn't want any part of that so I just left with the clothes on my back" I was a bit disturbed but not really shocked for I have read and seen many accounts of what goes. He liked it, liked it a lot in fact, but a portion of his mind was screaming something was wrong. He didn’t care, as long as the sensation continued rubbing the most precious part of his anatomy. Then the tip of his penis suddenly felt cold and a second later, warm and wet. Now he started to question what was going on, he was obviously getting a blowjob, then the logic portion of his brain kicked in and screamed that the trainer was male! He jerked himself half upright on the training table. "I think you'd find it very exciting not knowing when your next orgasm would be. And, if I felt like being particularly cruel to you, or if I were angry at you and wanted to really punish you, I could forbid you any sexual relief for as long as I saw fit." Maxine took a long pull on her cigarette, and smiled mischeviously. "Well? What if that's what I decided? Does that turn you on?" How often would the Mistress allow me sexual relief?" I smiled and played along.Maxine suddenly got very quiet..