When you pick her up, compliment her outfit, escort her to your car, and then open the door for her. That'll show her that you're a gentleman. Then un...ip your slacks, whip out your great big Alan Junior, pull her head to your lap, and tell her to suck on it! That'll show her you're a gentleman, but one with needs. Plus, that'll help set the tone. She needs to understand that from now on, when she's around you she's gonna be spending most of her time naked on her knees with your cock thrusting. "You been ok?" she said as she unbuttoned her blouse."Yeah, oh course," I replied.Her blouse came off and she was gloriously naked underneath. She's not that big in the bust that she has to wear a bra all the time, although she generally does. Her severe work skirt dropped to the ground, followed by her brief knickers."Give me a minute and I'll tell you all about my trip," she said and she headed for the shower.While she showered I picked up her things and hung up her suit. When I had finished. Harley felt the strength return to his body as the food worked its magic. Wordless, he handed her back the shallow soup plate, their only one, and asked, "Is there maybe a little more?" She grabbed the dish and hurried to the big cast iron skillet sitting in the middle of the old rusted out range. Harley had contrived to replace the missing leg with rocks. It was only a little bit wobbly.She handed it to him and he ate it with enjoyment. "You are a good cook, when you got something to cook," he. ..man I don't want to go there."James' thoughts became hopeful when he felt Bruce grab his hand andplace it on his crotch. "OMG! It feels like he has a baseball bathidden in there. Shit, maybe I'll luck out and he'll settle for a handjob."His hands shaking James reached over and fumbling managed to undoBruce's pants and pull down the zipper. Grimacing, he reached in andpulled a fat nine inch erect penis out from the boxer shorts."Damn, my hand barely reaches around this monster," he said in.