Oh! And worse, what if the room is filled with Aphrodites, all chewing on the ends of their erasers, taunting me, staring directly at my... No, no, no.... Don't stir. No stirring! Back vile thing!The average man's mind will process a sexual thought once every eight seconds. So, for a single session lasting one and one half hour, my penis could potentially betray me six hundred thirty times. By the second, that three hundred dollars was looking less and less like easy rent money, and more like hard. "I'm having a bad day today, can we drink tonight, just the 2 of us?" she asked. Trying not to sound too excited,"Yeah thats fine, Ill have a drink ready and some clothes to change into when you get home" "Ok thats great, I love you see you when I get home" I hung up the phone and didnt realize I was hard just from the thought of it. I couldnt whack off, I had to save it for later and just calmed myself out of it. I then sprung into action and began to setup my plan. I put. I started making strokes-fast and furious – She screamed-this was what she wanted….’chodo…chodo…’ More hard strokes and she came up with a loud scream. I halted for a while. Gave her some time to calm down. Then started making slow strokes-with half Lund.She moved her hand from her Boor to the part of the Lund which was out. I moved my fingers around the mouth of her Boor from where the Lund had entered inside. The Boor muscles contracted and grasped my Lund. I felt heaven!She exclaimed. But had to wait a while as the conversation was apparently small talk. That it was designed to confirm answers already known didn't pass her by. Sal was being very expertly assessed.After the main course was served Quentin got down to business. “My dear young lady you are I think fully aware this is not an ordinary business meeting so if I am overly discreet I am sure you will forgive me. You came to our attention with your rather brilliant recovering of the proceeds of an international fraud..