His cock felt big, even through the pants. He must've been having a really great sex dream. UghI took out my phone just now to try and distract myself... What am I supposed to do, wake up my girlfriend's dad and tell him that he's pressing into me with his boner? Fuck that!The backseat was completely blocked by the large paintings they were transporting in the middle row so I was thankful for that at least. But there was something else weird happening. I was getting hard as I lay like this. I. "Time to get started, Girlie!"An hour later.In the mirrored training room, a music box tinkled a merry minuet.Facing each other across the room, Diane and I continued our dance."Step-step-step, Step-step-step... Knees high, girls!" Gretchenordered.In perfect time to the music, Diane and I pranced daintily toward eachother. The tether had been removed from my knees, so that I could dothe painfully high steps in the tight boots, and my wrists had beenunbound. My elbows stayed tied, however, so. The gig was shot on video with a couple of Handi-Cams enhancing the whole, downmarket, do it yourself, atmosphere. Mick saw it as reconnecting with their fans - perhaps the last flick of the tail of The Curse's original sound.It was a cosy and relaxed session. Anna was dressed in denim, although with her usual boots, and Mick wore a pair of beach shorts, Chevrolet T-shirt and a Wellington Lions Cap. The lead singer shook and danced about spurred by an excellent display of power drumming from. All would go on to become huge companies. I would need money to invest in those companies when the time came. I didn't want to become a financial tycoon; I just wanted to be rich enough so that Jack and my parents would always have someone to fall back to if times got tough.By the end of July I had a good sized nest egg in terms of 1969 dollars of about two thousand dollars. Now I was ready.I went to the library, to read the Wall Street Journal; looking for any indication as to when McDonalds.