Anything beyond that is wasted effort.”She frowned, “I want a lot.”John stated, “I can write you check for a million. If that isn’t enough, ...I can make it ten million. If that still isn’t enough, I can make it a hundred million. Are you satisfied?”“Huh?”“Are you satisfied?”“No. I’m excited.”“What will it take to satisfy you?”“I guess ten million.”“Okay, you got it.” John stated. “Are you satisfied?”“Ah, I don’t know.” The young lady was very confused. She didn’t know if he was seriously offering. She was wearing a gray t-shirt that said “FBI” across the front and a pair of black sweat pants.“Sorry,” he said, realizing he must have woken her up.She stood up and took his hand, pulling him to his feet and leading Taylor towards the bedroom. She crawled into bed with her back to him, facing the wall. He pulled off his shirt and pants, not wanting the clothes he spent most of a day in to get her bed dirty and climbed in after her.For a few minutes, he lay on his side, watching her. She. My eyes met hers with a sort of desperation. She knew what it meant. She then lifted the waist band and wormed her hand into my shorts. Her tiny fingers sliding through my hair and splaying over my hardening shaft as they met it. My hips moved up as I groaned quietly. My cock responded quickly, hardening almost completely into her hand as she gripped it softly. I was tingling everywhere. My thoughts were gone. I hadnt even realized her moaning, or the fact that i had my middle fingertip. I started to type again and he looked into the screen as I started writing, 'What is that', he asked innocently, my eyes frantically scanning this page for anything sexual, but to my horror, he was pointing to my vagina, which became exposed as my dressing gown rode-up, thanks to my decision not to pull it down, thank God I was shaved.I smiled and went into overdrive, my mind racing, 'Don't show alarm, explain it nicely', I was sitting trying to think of the best response, and again to my.