She wants me to hook her up with my supplier. That’s you of course,” she said with a smile.“I can’t do it. I don’t save enough pot to do tha...t,” I said. “I can give her contact information to my supplier, but I don’t expect he will supply her her either. The best thing you can tell her is that I can’t get enough to supply her needs.”“She is willing to pass your entrance exam,” Ester said.“If you went that far with her, then you must trust her,” I said. “Ester if you are trying to get my boss. In addition to that, she was the one who was bringing innocent little flowers into our circle for me to assist in opening the "bud" into full bloom and panting release. Actually, we worked more like a team than individuals and we each knew how to cultivate our targets into complete submission and in search of new and more degrading treatment.For some reason that I honestly do not remember at the time of this writing, I had cause to accompany the pretty and covertly depraved Sally to her home. I am 39 years old. This story takes place back in 1988 as I was graduating from high school and was about to go to college. All through school I did not date because I was shy and a bit overweight. I was also self- conscious about my cock size. It was small. About 4 inches to be exact. I considered myself to be mostly straight but I also was curious about being bi. I had just graduated from high school and was about to start my summer vacation before the semester at the local community college. My orgasm wracking my body, causing me to tremble beneath you while the waves of such intensities wash over me. Pushing you onto your back, the need to bring such pleasure to you takes control of me. How I want you to feel such passion, the passion that brought you to me. Straddling your hips I gaze down into your eyes. The softness there has been replaced by animalistic hunger. This fire drives me on. My hands rest against your chest, hips circling and thrusting. Caressing you with the.