If I didn’t think it was possible, when she placed a hand on the buckle of my pants, my heart rate went even faster. I knew I was swelled from excit...ment already, and the thought of her even coming near me was enough to almost send me over the edge. Grasping my wildly racing thoughts took considerable effort, and I managed not to pass out when I felt the buckle of my belt slide free.Her eyes never left mine as she worked my pants, first unclasping the belt, then popping the button. When she. She knew what this meant. For added effect Jack removed his phone from his pocket and shook it gently in the air for her to see. Four weeks ago, when the two of them had first met in a steamy encounter in the gym changing rooms, Jack had instructed her to wear a special set of underwear every Monday for the foreseeable future. She had been told that on every weekend she must bring herself to the edge of orgasm at least once a day but was banned from any form of climax. For the last two weeks he. ’ I reached up and shook the slightly younger man’s hand. ‘So who were you with?’ It was a natural question for him to ask. ‘MACV,’ It should have been all the answer necessary. ‘What the fuck is that?’ He looked a little drunk. I quickly began to assess him. He was about twenty pounds of drunk, overweight. Too much soft living since he came home I thought. If it came to physical force, I was more than a match for him. Problem was several more people drifted over. ‘That was them pussies that. She thought my new outline looked extremely promisingand believed I had made a good decision in scrapping my old project. "I'mexcited to see how you flesh this out," she said. That was one of my life's problems solved, anyway. Perhaps my otherproblems would work out too. Perhaps Jeannie and I would get backtogether after I was transformed back into Jack. The two of us could havea more solid relationship that was based on a more complete understandingof one another. I was confident of.