But in each and every instance, she was left disappointed at the size of her paramours and refused to even give a simple hand job. Word spread quickly...and her dance card had dried up. Unfortunately, she found herself as a size queen, limited to obsessing about the one cock that she felt could have satisfied her. Damn him anyway! She turned and continued up the steps.I ran down the street like a man possessed until I finally settled into a nice, smooth rhythm. I tried to lose myself in the run,. My legs part allowing her to move in between them. As she squeezes my breast with one hand I feel her other hand on my thigh. It slowly moves up and she slips it under my night shirt. Her hand reaches the top of my thigh and I feel her fingers barely brush against my pussy. Trina doesn’t move her fingers instead she pulls back to look at me giving me a chance to say no. I don’t want to say no, but as I look into her eyes the fire glints off my wedding ring. It might seem odd, but don’t want to. All she said was,"Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir."She told Allison to go to the red door at the end of the hall and ask for Mr. Axelrod.She took the forms the girl gave to her and moved down the hall to the massive red door. A gold embossed plate proclaimed, "Axelrod & Associates, Attorneys at Law."She went in without knocking and found herself in a small antechamber with a desk, two file cabinets, and assorted copiers and fax machines all humming quietly. A word processer computer was on the desk.. One was a 40 plus club, but from the look on her photo, she was no way near that age. I fantasized that maybe she was a seductress who made a living seducing older men. She looked 32 and innocent. I idly wondered if it was an older picture and she would look much different in real life. Then I made up a story about her in my mind that she was femme fatale and used the clubs as a launching point.She seemed perfect for my game. My name is Destiny and I like to acquire experiences like other.