Eventually, Morton noticed that only one of us was actively participating in the conversation and he politely closed the subject."But I'm sure we will...have plenty of time to get into that later," he said. "Now, let me show you some sketches."He pulled a big pad out of a locked drawer in his desk and opened it on the table. The first drawing was of me, and a nice one, too. Morton had an artistic flair, but I supposed that went with the territory for custom clothing designers.The drawing showed a. No longer could she claim to belong to the select few known as virgins. No longer would she have to worry about bringing an innocent body to her marriage bed for the sacrifice to her husband. Who would want her now? No decent boy, not after what she'd allowed to be done to her. Oh God, she didn't want to think about it... maybe later, when she was safely away from Tommy and the other scheming young couple, Joe and Vicki... Edgars pressed closer and put his arm tightly around her sobbing waist,. She really has a nice shape!She sat again, and we began to talk dirty (she started it). Her first comment was, "So, let me see you play with that public dick of yours!" I asked if this was going to be a domination thing. She said, "Only just a little - trust me!" With that, I stood and began to stroke my cock. She applauded (very strange woman). I told her I'd rather she was stroking it - with her hands, lips, pussy, whatever. She said, "Well, that'll be kind of difficult, since were about a. James," she added pensively, "this thing of yours, what Connie calls your 'fluence', it's hell on relationships, isn't it? Except yours, of course, James darling." H'm," I said. I supposed I ought to feel guilty that another love affair had bitten the dust on my account but somehow I could not muster the energy."Anyway," Fran went on, "Gabriella stayed in her room last night and Connie's miffed because she was going to have it. She didn't appreciate sleeping on the sofa, and she wanted to move.