She was so kind and gentle with me and listened and held me and let me sleep a deep, long, resting sleep. It didn't seem to matter that we were naked;... it just made me feel closer.And now it was two nights later and I'd decided what to do."Lyssa?" I asked, and she looked up from her rummaging through her purse. "What would you like for Christmas?"She gave me a small smile, started to say something, and then laughed. "Oh, I don't know. You know me, anything will do. I'm surprised you haven't. Jordan?"My heart leapt, this was the voice of a woman I'd masturbated over many times, I'd imagined her in many situations and I'd dreamt of waking up next to her in my bed after a long night of lovemaking."Yes?" I've never visited a client before" But?" I said softly,There was silence for a few moments and then came the words I'd wanted to hear."I think I'd like to visit you" I think I'd like that too Katie, but I take it you know what's involved?" Yes" Are you sure?" Absolutely Mrs. Jordan,. It was well appointed with just the right amount of furniture, artwork, and accessories. The place was not overdone simply very tasteful. Upon her return, she took me on a brief tour leading me into her TV room. It was a large room on the first floor with a roll-top desk, a leather reading chair a big screen TV and a Futon which was opened and covered with a beautifully sewn quilt. I remarked on how intricate the design on the quilt was and she told me it was a family heirloom and was very dear. And then again, I sometimes just like to take advantage of a situation. I met this punk in a bar... yeah kind of a seedy hook-up bar, there'slots of them here in LA. He told me his name - but who the fuck cares. Heis just how I like them, acting more badass than he is, hot body, hotlooks, thin - almost skinny, a little rough on the edges, but within aminute you see that that is all just affectation. The boy is really not thestreet-wise thug he wants to seem. We chat. He is visiting from.