“I’m really sorry. I couldn’t stop. It just felt too good.”“That’s ok,” I replied. “That’s valuable information and informs us on ho...w to continue to try to solve your problem. In order to maintain the controls needed, I will have to take over the masturbation duties as it’s obvious you are unable to control your ejaculations.”“You mean you are going to jack me off?” he said with wide-eyed wonder. “We refer to it as ‘masturbation’ but yes, that’s what I am going to do. For the next phase, you. And took control of the fuck. Lifting up against her falls. Her eyes moved. Seemed to take him in. Her hands followed. Exploring his torso. “Amazing,” she muttered.“Amazing,” he agreed.Her eyes. Her hands. Caressing him. Defining him. Made it to his face. Leaning down. Kissing. His tongue plunged into her mouth like his cock at her other mouth. Equals. Pleasure like down there. Pleasure simmering. Boiling. Exploding.As if his body let go of his mind, and maybe hers as well, they’d been bouncing. I stare at her, then smile. She moves my hand from her shoulder down her chest and stomach, sliding my hand in between her legs then pushing my fingers against her clit. She moans out loud as it sent shivers through her body. " Come with me," I hiss as I took her by the hand leading her towards a door along the side of the hall. We step inside and I closed it behind us. The light from the outside world disappears and we stood silent in the darkness. Thrill and excitement begins to run through. Dave was his biting sarcastic self and I dodged prospective clients. The reason why our working relationship succeeds is because Dave reels in prospective customers and I make their decorating dreams come true. ‘Gaby, what would you say is your ultimate dream decorating job?’ Dave asked. ‘Why?’ ‘Just asking.’ ‘Uhm…, you know what I dream about Dave, but okay. I would have to say having carte blanche to restore and decorate a bona fide Victorian mansion and authentically landscape the gardens..