There wasno doubt that the guy was a macho, self-centered jerk. He was probablya sleazy lawyer, too, if Victor had hired him. But debasing myself to...him felt exquisite. And, besides, his cock felt warm and fat in my tinyhand. So instead of telling him what I really thought of him, I pulledmy tits up to his impressive dick and started rubbing them gently overit.As big as his gorgeous monster was, however, it became almost completelyenveloped in my mountainous chest, peeking its tip just out. I can feel his craving for me like a physical thing. I am not used to being irresistible, but this body has given me that power over men. It is a novel feeling and I love it.What else is in store for me? Well for one thing, I am confident that I’m going to enjoy sex more than ever before. I feel a thrill of eagerness. Certain I’ll be great at it, too.I blow him a kiss. It is his signal. He closes the short distance between us. Takes my face in hand. Kisses me roughly, like a drowning man needs. You bring it back and set it on the table. You ask me where my keys are. I tell you that they are in my right front pocket. You reach under the table and accidentally grab my crotch. You smile at me and rub the outline of my cock a couple more times before reaching into my pocket and getting my keys. Eventually, your shift comes to an end and it’s time for us to leave. We get to my house a short distance away. You’re still in your Hooters uniform. We go inside and I ask if you want a. Do you mind if I interview you?” “Yes. I prefer to Not be interviewed as I officially do Not exist! If you interview me cruel humans will hunt me and other centaurs! They don,t understand or believe in us and what men don,t understand they destroy! I Know this much!” “Okay then just talk to me!” “Promise you won,t write about me?” “Okay! It will hurt me financially, but I do not intend to kill you or other centaurs. Please just talk to me as I,m curious about your existence? Can we chat.