"Mr. Johnson I took the liberty of arranging that already and your car will be here at 6:15 sharp. I'll call for you a bit after 6, OK?" He asked."Tha...t's perfect, Joseph." Joe said as the elevator door closed.Selena looked at Joe with starry eyes as they went up to their suite."You do the rich continental guy very well Joe. We could live like this couldn't we?" She asked holding his arm."Well to live here I would have to go back to work after a few months, but yes I like being treated like. Of course, if the truth were known I don’t have the time to think about and write alternative stories to the ones that I have only barely managed to push out, yet I persist in stretching my limited time resource to accommodate what could well become a passion. So, I ask myself, why do I do this? Why do I add this stress to my already crippling schedule? Why do I subject myself to the terror and potential embarrassment of rejection by the readers? Quite simply, I think I do it for four reasons:. I thought I was trying to get him horny now he's getting me so horny my pussy is dripping!I get to the bathroom and I masterbate rubbing my clit so fast ,so hard.thinking about his dick I start cumming!I suppress my moans and wipe my pussy and legs with his hand towel.I came so much it dripped to my socks and they were damp.I feel cooled off a little,so I go back.I open the door and walk to my seat and he has his pants off and tells me to suck his dick.I tell him I can't,but I ask him to jack. " Of course. Do not worry."Helena was immediately enthused by the prospect, wanting to know what would be expected of her, where the encounter would occur, how she should behave. This was an encouraging sign. Only a few weeks ago she would have been telling me how she intended to behave, what she intended to do. It was evidence of a satisfactory alteration in behaviour toward the objectives I had set for her. Unluckily I could do little to satisfy her curiosity and we were both obliged to await.