If you want to stay under my roof you will no longer see your new friends outside of school hours. I was also to wait outside the school gates for him...or one of my relatives to pick me up each day. My dad spoke to the principle and told them to contact him immediately if I skipped class. This sucked, the problem was my grades had slipped considerably and my relatives picking me up must know all about me. The other problem was I had a bug, I needed sex and was going crazy without it. At that. The fact that they were all men, and that I was probably the most attractive woman in the crowd, was not lost on me, but I determined to keep things on a business level. The conversation over drinks was loaded with their mischievous double-entendres, which I let go unchallenged.Finally, we made arrangements to reconvene our discussions at the next night's dinner, and we all traded business cards. When the party broke up, I caught a cab back to the hotel. I couldn't believe it when I looked at. I had my mother’s catalogue on the bed beside me open at pictures of women in swimsuits. I was fingering my cock enjoying my stiff erection.Then quite by accident I got the tugging, stroking action just right. My cock’s cut, so instead of pulling my foreskin over my knob I had my hand wrapped loosely in a ring round my shaft and I was stroking it up and down smoothly and rhythmically. It felt incredibly good! Then after a couple of minutes of full length stroking getting more and more frantic,. In my line of work, there’s not a clear dividing line between sex and friendship. Or between sex for love and sex for money. It all gets a bit mixed up and screwy. And I guess what I liked about my friendship with Justin, and I don’t think I really appreciated it as much as I should, is that is exactly what it was. Friendship. And the fact that he’s a bloke and I’m a woman is sort of not the issue in my circles. It’d be almost the same if he’d been a woman, you know. After a while, you get so.