I grilled them about what their true costs were, even helping them with things like depreciation of their casting equipment and any labor time spent c...arving out the bell molds themselves. It took me two hours, but we finally arrived at an approximation of their true cost of manufacturing each unit. I told them it was around five fifty per manufactured unit.Another complication with our negotiations was the fact that these bell chimes had a religious component for all members of the commune.. Dare I go through with this? I want to, but what if she wakes? I masturbate faster. The throbbing intensifies, and my heart thumps harder. Too late, now, I’m cumming! At last. Several thick spurts splash across her breasts. I panic and look at her face. No reaction. I feel elated. I’ve done it! I’ve finally found the courage to do it, and I feel great!I take a few moments to admire my handy work as I enjoy the feeling, then I take the wet wipes and tissues from my pocket and begin to clean up. I was, of course, even less like them at that moment.When I never really liked playing with dolls as a child, I probably should have known then that I was different. I was different even though I had the almost idyllic Saturday Evening Post family life. I had a hard working masculine father figure, who worked two jobs so that his wife could raise three kids.He was the kind of man that in the back of her mind every little girl and young woman hopes to have as a lover. Like any other, so called,. Pearson found an excuse to tell me loud enough for anyone close to my desk to hear. "I think you had better see me after school Mr. Dorsey. Yesterday's offense hasn't been fully settled yet." So ... she was playing along as I had hoped she would.I'm sure my classmates were caught off guard by my smile and answer. "Of course Ms. Pearson. I will see you after school." I will see that plump ass of yours while I fuck your nasty cunt. I thought to myself while my erection became full blown at the.