But, here’s the thing. You may not cum yet. No, no, no. I will tell you when you can cum.You may edge, again and again but you must save your sweet ...release for me. For now, keep working that tight, wet hole and clit while you read or listen to me. I know it’s difficult, but it will be worth it. I will make it worth it.While your fingers play in your wet folds, while you work your clit, I want you to imagine what I would do if I was there with you. How my tongue would lick and lap. How my lips. "What?" I stammered"Dont play games Jim, Youve been stealing my underwear, you have been for weeks"There was no use pretending, she knew. "Now what shall we do? I could tell everyone at school that you a fetish pervert freak? Would you like that Jim?" she asked."NO please!" I let out a loud cry in panic."Well then, I think you'd better get on the floor."I obeyed and lay down on the carpet floor of her bedroom. As I went down I couldnt help but stare at her body. She was dressed in a tight top. It seemed that a certain degree of freedom and elective government and a decent economy quieted the problems right down.Elsewhere, there were massive calls for President McCain to do something. What that was depended on the party. I was on the phone daily with him when I was overseas, and usually flew home to meet directly with him and his National Security Council. I didn’t get involved in North Africa but did talk to the Saudis and acted as a relay as needed. The Saudis were going batshit. ‘This is very weird. Why would you use the telephone to speak to me? Are you too scared to face me?’ ‘I apologise. I’ve been trying to summon the courage to talk to you and I almost managed it today but I’m afraid I lost my nerve again. This is the first time I have ever done anything like this. I know it’s freaky and I’m truly sorry if I’m scaring you.’ Once more there was silence. I expected the sound of her hanging up every moment and yet I could still hear her breathing. What would it be.