"Not a problem. No big deal. I just want you to jack off for me! Period. End of story. No other expectations, Okay?"In the end, I hopped into Harold's... big SUV, and off we drove to where his apartment was. It was nice apartment. Expensive looking. Second from the top floor, too, with a nice view of the city below. The guy obviously had a lot of money!He didn't rush me. We first sat in his large and lavish living area and talked; but after a while, he got around to the true reason we were setting. He looked up and saw me coming but didn't even break stride. As he passed by me, he nodded and said, "Good morning, Miss Oakley."That stung."Good morning, Miguel. Um, could I speak to you for a moment?"He finished placing the tree where it was going to be planted. "Yes, Miss Oakley, what is it?"I couldn't hide the tears. "I spoke to Mom last night." I know. Papa told me about it." Look, Miguel, I..." My voice broke. "Oh, damn, this is so hard!" I took a deep breath and tried again. "Miguel, I'm. I could see a bit of fear in their eyes, and so stepped over to the couch to sit down while looking them over.They were both attractive and young. The closer one was in her mid-twenties with long brown hair and large breasts. Her eyes followed me cautiously as I sat down, but she said nothing. The farther one might have been eighteen, but most likely was sixteen. She was boyishly slender although her firm breasts gave her some curves. Her hair was ragged, and appeared to have been in a boyish. She decided do have a flick through the book. Carefully she took it out of the cover and layed it on the bed. She took her every day clothes off and changed into her long night dress, it was white and vintage style like most of her clothes. She grabbed the book and knelt by the side of her bed and opened it looking through the pages. the illustrations were wonderfully presented and the photos were erotic and in some cases very pornographic and explicit. Miranda came across some pictures of.