I blushed a bit. “Well, maybe I will be trying it again at one point,” I said. In my head, my mind was just racing. I wanted it again now, I wa...nted it five thousand times more. I wanted to be covered with cum, be used like crazy, sweating, panting, being lusted after over and over. I knew I wanted it. I didn’t know why my inhibitions were holding me back. I just DID it, with my teacher for fuck sake, to get something I wanted. How fucking hot was that? The head of my dick was sticking. I never expected you to get this far but I’m not making it any easier to uncover the secrets on this drive. It’s too bad you’re colorblind, Dag!” Then, “Press Esc to continue.” No deal this time, Simon. I waited.Sure enough, there was a new message popping up after about ninety seconds. “Simon says enter the next encryption code.” Oh shit. Now I’m stuck. If I hit the wrong thing, I risk losing the whole thing again. I looked at the keyboard for a while and pressed the one key I thought might be. The trip there and back on the bus was an adventure in itself and I left a definite damp patch on the seat on my return trip. The next time I spoke to Ben though, things changed dramatically. I was sitting at the computer in just my t-shirt again, waiting with growing excitement for him to come on. I always wore the shirt at first just in case he had visitors or Cindy was home but as soon as the all clear was given I would strip my shirt off to be naked again. I wondered briefly if I was. Your eyes dip down when I ask, “Jennifer, what the hell are you doing here??!” Of course, I had no idea this was how you are making a living …… and you have no idea that your father ever used an escort. “You falter for a moment and then softly say, “I … I … am … supposed to be … your escort … for the evening … Sir. But I think there’s been a huge mistake.” Then you feebly offer, “Let me call them and arrange for another girl for you.” I know that you can see my cock starting to make a tent in.