Now she could finally have one of those long-lasting cocks for herself. She would beg me for it, if I wanted. Of course I would make her beg. I would... please her, make her cum several times. But she would need to deserve it. She would need to beg for me, to be mine completely and do as I say. First of all, she would strip out of her clothes quickly. Now, some of you might say that a striptease would me much more interesting. But for me, I don’t like the teasing. I rather tease someone else. I. Roger talked to me about music while we were walking around. It had been a while since I had been with any man except big Al, and I felt kind of giddy about it. Roger was the kind of man I like to talk to and touch him while we talk, just little touches here and there. When I get like that with a guy the first time we meet, I might as well just slip my panties off and give them to him, 'cause I know those things are comin' off anyway. Some men can read that signal right away. I wasn't sure if. " Um, if you're not comfortable talking to the counselors about it," I said slowly, trying to think of something useful to say, "why don't you talk to someone who's gone through... hmm. That is a complication." You think? It's hard enough talking about it to you. There's no way I could talk to her about it." But, in the end, you do want her to know, right?"She ducked her head. "I guess," came her muffled response."What if I told her? That you're confused about your feelings, that is; you can. Discretion is important. Enclose photos of yourselves and where you hang out the most. It gave the Post Office box and address. I wrote down the address and took it to school to show Jay the next day. I know I should have thought twice that they wanted photos and where we usually hung out but I didn't think about that. I just thought of the exciting travel part and the possibility of being an actress. It seemed too good to be true and figured we probably wouldn't get the job anyway but.