After she finished, she crawled up on my sofa with me and we fell asleep. As I woke the following morning, I thought I was having a dream because my c...ck was hard and felt great. I opened my eyes and saw Eliza lying on my chest, her big brown eyes looking up at me, and she had that sexy, evil grin that I loved seeing. It was then I realized I wasn't having a dream, but it was Eliza stroking my cock, and it felt incredible. Realizing what was happening, my eyes opened wider and I couldn't help. Kneeling by him, she expertly unfastened his belt. "Glad to hear it. I'm calling because of a student of yours, a Nancy Spencer... yes, that's the one." Nancy's questing fingers closed on Lucas' hardening prick and pulled it free of his trousers, the glistening tip rising toward her pretty face. "I understand she didn't do terribly well on her exam, and I was wondering if it would be possible to arrange a re-sit. No, of course, I understand, but I received a letter from her parents outlining. You could probably meet her.”“That would be very cool,” said Max. He looked over towards the park’s famous arch. “I assume that’s dependant on my being a client?”Chesa didn’t answer for a beat and Max winced. “Sorry. I’m really bad at giving job interviews. This is only my second one.”“This is kind of my first, I guess.” admitted Chesa. “Pretty much every client I’ve ever had came to me from word of mouth. I don’t know. I didn’t really think of this as a job interview. Maybe I’ve had others. Dad: I am sorry dear. I was totally lost yesterday.Me: shhhhh. Don’t say sorry dad. You dint do anything wrong.Dad: what? (in a confused state)Me: yes dad you sacrificed you whole life for me. You dint marry another girl just to care about me. You earned a lot and raised me like a prince. You did all this just to me. So I am ready to give up myself to you. So please don’t say sorry dad.Dad: (with tears rolling down his eyes) I am sorry thought dearHe bends his head and kissed me in my forehead..