.. You remember our conversation yesterday afternoon in the breakroom? I said life was all about having options." She nods affirmatively. "Well, my dr...am starts there. You reply to me that you feel the same way. Without options you are trapped." At this point I think to myself, after she hears my next statement, she is either going to shut me down or I will know that my "dream" will soon become a reality. I press on and say "I looked into your eyes and said "I realllly like options" and. You would be wrong.The rumor seems to have gotten around that the more they come on to me, the lower price they will get. That if they go down on me, they'll get a real bargain. I didn't start the rumor, and it isn't true. All they have to do is bat their eyelashes at me because, like most men, I'm a sucker for cute teen girls.The girls, like their mothers, think nothing of stripping in front of me. It isn't unusual on Saturday afternoon in the months before prom season, for me to be. How is anyone ever going to find out for God’s sake?” “Well, at least that’s true,” I replied, but still with venom in my voice. “Tanya, we both enjoyed last night. I loved talking with you. Until it happened, I never once before expected to go to bed with you. I was just lonely and looking to talk with you, or in fact anyone. Three weeks now I’ve been staying in this place, stuck by myself night after night, only going home for Friday and Saturday nights, missing my kids and my wife.” Lying. Still I kept thrusting, wanting to fill her with my white sticky love sauce.“No more, no more, let me rest for a while,” she whispered, gently pushing me away, leaving me with a rock hard cock and nowhere to put it. She reached down and squeezed the rod, admiring its hardness and strength. After a little while she began to wank it, gently sliding her hand up and down the solid shaft, the ring of her grip riding on the tight skin.“Let's do it doggy,” I said, twisting her around and over the.