Which was true, so I gave up. I could've just gone to my room or something, but the movie didn't look too bad when it started -- some guy walked into ... dark alley and got blown away in the first five minutes -- so I watched with her.It turned out that nobody else got killed in the whole movie, or even beaten up. And the cop investigating the murder fell in love with this woman he talked to, the victim's sister. So I was starting to lose interest.But then the cop and the woman are about to say. A happy someone!!! Who cares!! Tell me you aren’t saying that line out loud while at work. Wait a moment, who am I kidding!!! I hope to hell you are! Well lets go back a few days shall we? I was getting ready for work the other morning when I discovered there was a friend online. For some unknown reason this man has the uncanny ability to drive me over the edge. I mean lucky man. Or would it be lucky me? Hummm…. Well it doesn’t matter. Lucky someone!! But this was not a day to be lucky mind. "So tell me about him. Jock? Connected? Classy? What?"I had never seen her so reticent. "Just a sweet guy." He must be some kind of stud to keep you away from the action. He must be hung like a horse."She blushed again and turned her head slightly away. I had never seen this girl blush at anything before and she had done it twice in one short conversation. "He's a very special guy." Very? So what is he, nine inches, ten?" No response. "A foot? My goodness." I waved my hand back and forth in. “No, please stop, I'm scared, this doesn't feel right. I'll do anything, I have money.” He continued to plead, unaware of what was going on inside his body. The sensation he was feeling was too great for him to completely understand that his r****t was about to bless him with the most enjoyable orgasm a man can ever have from having his prostate milked. She smiled at him like a lioness coming in for the final killing blow. “Money? I'm not concerned with monetary gain, besides you are enjoying.