"Rick, right, 'cause you're a man now, not a boy," he said. "Lana, darling, why don't you put Rick here at ease by showing him what I know he's been d...ying to see for a long time." I know it's long, I've already seen it," she said, and leaned over to give me a kiss on the lips. I tried to make it last longer but she pulled away and stood up.She was wearing the white chiffon negligee she had modeled for me earlier in the week. Her big pendulous breasts were hidden by satin triangles, but I could. I ran my fingers round and round the ridgeof the crown, then over my piss slit. I massaged my piss slit lightly withmy thumb and forefinger, then ran my fingers back down the underside of myshaft to the base. I circled the base of my cock with my thumb andforefinger and started to very softly and gently masturbate, with long,slow strokes, all the way from the base to the tip and back. I moanedsoftly and tugged gently on my balls with my other hand as I jerked off,standing there in the lobby. I. Pete met them in the reception room and invited Catherine into his office, this time he arranged for Catherine to sit in a comfortable armchair and he sat behind his desk. Two cameras were on Catherine, one from the front showing her head and shoulders, and one from the side, which showed her whole body. Another focused on him. He went through the charade with the tape recorder and began."Good morning Catherine?." He asked the usual thirty or so questions to put her at ease and then asked,. I was also becoming hopelessly obsessed and, whilst Jana’s efficiencies ensured that this did not infringe upon the success of the agency, my behaviour was becoming something of an irritant for those with whom I socialised. Matters came to a head one evening that July. I had accompanied Thomas Greenhorn and Alexander Buchanan, an old friend, to a dance somewhere in the West End. It was a private affair but large enough to warrant a band, and the guest list seemed to comprise half of London’s.