“I beg your pardon?” was the best I could muster.She laughed. “You heard me. What are you waiting for?”I knew what she was saying, but I did...’t believe it. I’m not normally a lucky guy. I didn’t move. Melissa reached toward me and placed her hand on my towel. She locked her eyes on mine, and pulled the towel free. She didn’t look down at my now exposed and stirring penis but looked straight in my eyes. With her other hand, she loosened the towel around her chest. It fell to the. . ," she uttered. I did it again. "Ah..."Slap, "ah... ," slap, "ah... ," slap, "ah..."Her thighs moved out to the split and then closed. I looked back at her face and saw her tongue tucked at the right side of her mouth, like it does when she's about to make a difficult shot. I knew she was trying to capture my cock.She was telegraphing her attempts to snare the head of my cock by moving her tongue at the corner of her lips. Each time the head of my cock slapped her pussy she attempted to trap. I thought it was because she lived alone and had no family in town.One day she came into my office wearing a tight-fitting blouse and a skirt that hit just below her knees. She sat down in front of my desk and while we were talking she crossed and uncrossed her legs several times. Each time the skirt rode up and showed some of her well-proportioned thighs. I'm a leg man, so this definitely got my attention. I said nothing and tried not to stare. Several days later, she wore a similar outfit.. Glimpses of females biting their lips, breasts being squeezed, coy teenagers winking, latex-clad dominatrices, male musculature and other sensual imagery filled Jacks vision, while a cascade of lewd offers promising him maximum release and ultimate pleasure was transmitted in a mix of throaty, sensual and moaning voices.In between the myriad of sexual content was the other entertainment offers like gladiator fights, starship racing, Gorr-hound fighting, and Madame Ooxi’s psychedelic journey. If.