“Good,” he said. “You’re improving, But you’ve still got a ways to go.”He was right, there was still about six inches of his cock exposed,...and he pressed me down about two more inches. I tried to relax my throat and felt his dick slide down it. I could only take so much and started to gag again. He released and then pushed down. I tried to resist gagging, but could only do so for a few seconds.“Yep, still a ways to go,” he said again. “We’ll work on that again tomorrow, but I need to cum. I hesitate for an instant, then shook his hand. He looked to my white hand and my nails bitten and painted black like he was studying me and I withdrew it fast, putting it in my lap, over my iPod. Life isnt being nice to you, is it? He says with a soothing and understanding tone. How can you tell? I answer slightly looking up to him but not letting our eyes cross. Hes frightening me. The waitress brought his food, smiled tantalizingly at him and left. He didnt return a full smile. It was more. Is this part of your 'plans'?" It is a part of our plan, but perhaps not in the way you are thinking," Bud answered after a moment. "You aren't becoming a billionaire because we chose you, rather we chose you because we knew you would become a billionaire." That's why I was chosen?" I asked, confused."It was among the selection criteria, yes. It does no good to train a super hero who cannot provide for his privacy, and who cannot be completely free to act on our behalf because he or she must. This time she worked quickly, pulling my top over my head, and unzipping my skirt and tugging that to the floor. I felt as though I was on show, despite still being more clothed than the last time I had been in that room. She didn’t stop there, reaching around to unclasp my bra before leaving me to take it off as she placed a thumb in the waistband on each side of my knickers and managed to slide then down to my ankles in one swift movement. I was really looking at his face as she did this and.