"You're... Thanks Alex." Of course."He slowly turned and headed for his room, closing the door behind him.Just the thought of him changing back into t...at lingerie behind the doorwas making me ache. I had to get out of here for now. I had done my part.----------------------------------An hour later, I had left Jordan behind and was at the mall, headed forthe first store on my list.Jordan had made this too easy. With me in control of this, he had no sayin what he was going to wear. I definitely. Permanent hard on. Eleven fucking inches of purple, throbbing stone. There was so much blood in his dick, he sometimes fainted. Even then his dick didn't go soft. It never did.Problem was, Reginald never let himself cum. He had an irrational dislike of cum. I suppose you could call it a fear. Didn't want it on him or near him. He didn't even want to look at it. So, therein lay the root of Reginald’s perpetual wood problem. Despite going to the brink, he never released, never let it go. “Either he is that damn good, or he is full of shit. I’m about to find out which.”I know that tone.The guys left, and the girls pulled me into the bedroom before stripping off their long t-shirts. I used the place in my head to find the younger girls bras, took one out, adjusted the straps, remove the older girl’s bra, and put on the forty-B. A quick jiggle to settle her in the cups, and I had it on the third row of hooks.She could have done better with toilet paper.It took me a few minutes to. You know old Saxby's office? I remember the way it looked that morning: the sun coming in through the windows, beams of sunlight shining through the dust and cigar smoke. The old boy leaned back in his revolving chair and plonked his feet on the desk. I remember he asked me if I was comfortable, because it was going to be a long story."Phillimore puffed harder on his pipe, which was now going like a bonfire, and smelling like one, as well. "You comfortable, boy? Let me tell you what he told.