And the dirty talk was something I found so fun. Are you going to cum in my mouth? Give me a big, sticky load? Or are you going to shoot it all over m... face, let me rub it in to my skin and my breasts… you groan, and I finally release your trouser snake from its habitat. I run my hands slowly up and down first, falling into that rhythym of jacking off that men have mastered and women have to work at. I look up at you while I get ready to take you into my little mouth, knowing my eyes are open. There was plenty of light being as it was the middle of the afternoon. Chuck noticed that the apartment was lavishly furnished with original oil paintings and expensive furniture. He wondered how much a fancy apartment in an upscale apartment building like this would cost. After looking around for good places to conceal his devices, Chuck began to go about his task. He soon had a camera lens installed in the alarm clock by the bed, a microphone hidden behind the painting hanging on her wall. "When you look at what you earned and what it bought, it's not all that different from what I could buy with what I earn today." Exactly," he said."OK, so how old were you?" I asked. I mean he hadn't answered the question, right?He sighed. "If I tell you that, you'll get some wrong ideas because you'll be looking at it through today's filters, just like the money." But I understood the money thing," I argued.He looked at me for a few seconds."I was fourteen," he said.I felt like my eyes would. After all, Diana -or Diane as she now called herself - was one of the gods from Greek andRoman mythology, not Norse."I don't think anyone will mind," she said with a smile. Then looking meover, she added, "Nice outfit. You look like one hot babe." So do you," I laughed. "Come on in."We holed up in the kitchen, the rest of my family oblivious to ourconversation. I had a hunch Diane had something to do with that, but Ididn't ask. I fixed us each a glass of lemonade and sat down at thekitchen.