"Look, you've already done something that none of us can do. That drawing of the slaver was as good as any picture of him could ever be. Art said it w...s perfect, and it was easy to tell that he was entirely serious, and very, very impressed. You don't have to prove yourself to us. We all love you and think you're a great person. We don't just think it; we know it. Now what did Mom say?" she finished with a lilt to her voice.Hope chuckled. "She said I was fifteen and should act like it – to stop. I asked him to send me some photographs of his cock and he obliged; I must admit, it was a tremendous example and I masturbated over it at once, slurping up my cum, imagining that it was his. It was such a thrill to look at his erection and know that it would soon be in my mouth and not just on my computer screen.We arranged to meet in a motel, just off the M54. I arrived early and sat in the bar for a little Dutch courage. Over the course of our conversations and exchange of pictures online,. He blinked at the darkness of his room, pulled the blanket over himself and lay down again. A second later he felt a gloved hand press down across his mouth and weight across his chest as though someone was sitting on him. His eyes sprang open, suddenly more awake than he had ever been before. He found himself staring up into a face masked in a balaclava. The full red lips and mascara-ed eyes he could see through the holes in the mask told him his assailant was a woman even before her voice. Finkleberg, no?”“Yes, that’s right.” ‘How did I ever fall so madly for a guy named Finkleberg?’“Then let-uh me show you to-uh your table, no?” “Sure.”He led her to a cozy, narrow booth in the dark very back corner of the restaurant, the table covered by a classic long white table cloth. But the restaurant was almost empty and it was a glorious day.“Can’t we sit closer to the front? This is my first time in New York in so long -- I’d love to be near the window.”“Oh, uh, so sorry-uh, but Mr..