"Done?" Arturo, our head of cleanup, asks."Done," I reply. "She'll need a support, and we'll need the cleaning crewin here for the couch." Alright," A...rturo says, and I can praticarlly hear him shrug.I take a long lunch after that, Hammersmith expects it and he can alwaysreach me on my mobile if something comes up. By the time I return to the37th floor of the art deco office tower the office is spotless again.There's no sign of my spunk or the squishy mess the former Mr. Rogers lefton the couch.. It was easy to make these guys cum with my voice and give him his mental fantasy. I would leave work horny and dipping some days. Sometime wishing I was doing some of those things to those guys; I would go home and have the most amazing loving making with my girlfriend. But this job was making me think of men again. I know I shouldn't but I was starting to think about being fucked by a guy only one time just to get it out of my mine. So I know this bar that has a sexy night where everyone. He tensed up, willing her not to notice and she was soon fast asleep. When he sensed her slow even breathing, he relaxed but that did nothing to reduce his discomfort and he wished he could rearrange things to make the rest of the trip bearable. As they slowed going in her laneway, Julia woke up and stretched, she kissed him quickly but passionately and slid over to her proper place by the door. As he stopped in the yard, Julia’s mom came running to see why they were late. Julia told the story. I can see that they are lusting my body, but they don't have that fire in their eyes that could burn away my clothes and fuck me hard against the floor. After I send them away, I motion for the bartender, Julio, to refill my glass. While Julio is mixing me another Manhattan, I feel someone coming up next to me at the bar. I ready myself to break another little boy's heart, but when I turn, I find myself lost in the eyes of the man I'd been hoping to meet. "Your place or mine? I want to eat and.