I was loving all the attention I was getting and I even picked out a couple of followers to do regular texting with. One of them is a Olympic athlete ...that is a certified personal trainer and he offered to train me for free. I met with him and I was very impressed with how he looked. He was over a foot taller than me and weighs over twice my little one hundred pounds. Of course there was touching while he showed me the proper way of doing my workout. And soon he and I started playing around. "Taken him down and clean him and heal him. Give him more Elixir. Have him then taken to my chambers and tie him to the bed. And while I'm enjoying him, prepare my personal torture chamber. I will also require some assistants there, about a dozen will do." She looked the panting boy up and down and gave him a chilling smile. "There shall be no sleeping tonight."The court ladies were grinning all around, eating him with their eyes. Some of them came with guards and started doing as told. The boy. “It’s not too often a man is under my sink, with his shirt off, soaked and clearly sporting a hard cock, honey. The sight is delicious. Can you blame me?” I’m stunned into silence, unsure what to say. I grab the wrench and twist the pipe tight, and crawl out from under the sink. “I suppose not, but now I’m all wet.” “Awe, now let me help you out of those wet jeans.” She puts her coffee down, and walks up to me. She undoes my jeans, stripping me bare. I’m standing there naked, my cock hard.. I met a lot of interesting industry contacts and even passed out a few of my cards. Who knows, maybe they'd have some piddly little project that wasn't worth their time and effort that they could now instead pass to my small company.After I'd been there for about an hour, I somehow found myself deeply engaged in a fascinating conversation with a delightful old coot who seemed to be a bit underdressed for the party, but he also seemed to know everyone present by their first name. One of the.