" As she peeked over her screen I put a leg up showing her my shaft peeking out of my shorts. She smiled as she began to respond to my chat asking: "C...uld I come over and massage it?" I told her "Sure, but did not want her to make it to good" as we had a long flight. So she moved to my side and slid her fingers up my shorts and started to tickle the head of my cock, making it get harder and harder with each touch. As she got it stiff and bulging the crown of my dick peeking out, she started to. If anybody else were around, I would have surely been a complete bitch. But as I was all alone in my apartment, I just raged against my canvas, at one point throwing paint past the easel and onto the wall. My hormones seemed out of control. This was stronger than any PMS I’d ever had, and I was beginning to fear the worst. I bought a home pregnancy test and took it home. I just kept looking at it. I wanted to know, but only if it was going to give me the answer I wanted. The last thing I wanted. There was no way they could afford to move the little business into a new location. They owned this building and that helped keep the operating costs down. Having to rent a new place somewhere else would kill their profitability. It wasn't even clear that their customer base would follow them to a new location. Moving was not a viable option.The odds were good that they would have to close the business. They wouldn't have a retirement income from it since Jack wouldn't be able to take the. There were several seconds of silence as the girl struggled to get her breath, and then Yvonne let out an unearthly scream which faded off into a sobbed, “Please no more please. I promise ... I promise I’ll never do it again.”SNAP!Yvonne passed out before she had time to scream.“It seems to work,” said her mother, “And no visible damage to her feet. Not even a trace of blood.”“It might not show, but she certainly seemed to feel them,” commented David, “Don’t you think we should stop.