..and you start off by showing up 5 minutes late. Not the best way to make a good impression, is it jerk-boy? Irritated, I ask you to show me your Jac...-Off Journal so I can read through your entries for the past week. I see that you've made some pretty solid notes, telling me that you've been jacking your little dick every day since Session 1 when I made you worship my pretty, perfectly-puckered asshole. You even say that every time you think about how my asshole smelled and tasted, your little. Varnished floorboards were covered by densely woven and intricately patterned carpets. The furniture was plush and inviting, interspersed by expensive electronic equipment. Original paintings framed those stretches of wall not devoted to bookshelves which heaved under the weight of Ketaba's considerable library.Ketaba's interests were evident everywhere. In one room there was exercise equipment to keep her figure trim and muscular. Ana gingerly felt the weight of some bell-bars left on the. I licked my lips.“Well, what about you -- O God of thunder and lightning -- how did you end up next to me, listening to this boring tale?”He gulped and cleared his throat, deciding his next move.“Do you smoke?” His tone was dark and thick. “Could I tell you over a cigarette?”“Sure.” I smiled.He rose and stepped into the aisle, standing to the side, waiting. I rose and squeezed out, then stepped in front of him into the aisle. I heard lip smacking and an "mm-mm-mm" when he lowered his eyes to my. For some reason he booked the seat at the upper back corner and the one next, and he stated it very clearly as well.I asked him, while we were outta there,-why did you that clearly state what seats we prefer? You could have just stated that we need the seats of the last corner-well what if they book one corner seat for you and the opposite corner seat for me?I laughed at it. But what he said next just ruined my mood, almost.-…you are here for me to be pleasured, not for any random asshole who.