That third day was a Friday. Lisa had a long rest of her week at work, and started talking to Jace a little more. Right before lunch Jace hears his ...hone go off. “Hey, I need to get away for lunch, want to have lunch together?” Lisa sends him in a text. Jace isn’t sure how to react. He had been dreaming about Lisa since the last time they saw each other. Incredibly vivid dreams of the things he wanted to do to her. “Yeah, were do you want to go?” He replied. “Your house?” she inquired. . For the last two nights, he had gone to her room and they had begun to make passionate love... the kind of loving he had come to crave from her tender childlike body, but she had stopped him always at a most crucial point... stopped him and sent him away as though he were some kind of teenager. The only explanation she would give him was a cryptic one: "Not until you do what I want you to do!"He thought about it now as he drove home. It was so humiliating to find himself at the beck and call of. Your lips and you wipe your wetness all over youYou go back to your lips and spread them, sliding one finger up and down, not actually penetrating you just rubbing and teasing yourselfMy cock is straining like never before and my pre-cum is leaking out like mad making my trouser leg wetYou ask if I'm enjoying myself and I tell you i amYou moan and groan and spread your lips even widerWith your other hand you push two fingers into your mouth and suck on them for a few seconds then plunge them. “You have a great body and with a mask no one would know you.” he reasoned. “How much money are we talking about?” she asked, her curiosity now aroused. “500 pounds for pure amateurs, considerably more for experienced people.” He replied. “What would I have to do for it?” “Pretty much what you do now. Lots of cock sucking, eating some pussy, getting fucked, a lot is up,to you!” “I wouldn’t, any really kinky stuff!” “He says he won,t do anything a person doesn,t feel comfortable doing.” “Who do.