When my head becomes exposed, he gasps. For at least a minute, almost as if we’re some couple in a movie, I teach him how to stroke me. I glance o...ver at his cock seeing no signs of enjoyment under his short. I let go of his hand, he continues, and I slide mine into the waistband of his jeans. He doesn’t stop me. Flaccid, I pull his cock out and play with it until he suddenly has a full hard-on. He almost reaches my length, but is still pretty thin. I stroke him, and he strokes me, and in. She swatted my hand and gave me a silent “no-no-no” sign with a wagging finger and a sly grin. She slid the other tickets across the desk and turned back to her computer screen – barely concealing a giggle. I picked up the tickets and gave myself a private “Yes!” – these other tickets were never going to see the light of day again. “OK, OK, see if I buy you a hot dog.” I walked away finishing with a command, “Don’t be late.” It was the slowest week of the year. Every five-minute. I came downstairs that night to find her on the couch crying. My heart melted with tenderness and I sat down beside her, hugging her and stroking her hair, telling her everything would be alright.She eventually quietened down and lay on the couch with her head in my lap. We talked quietly about what could have been while I stroked her hair gently. I moved down to her shoulders and then her back. All this time we were still talking, trying to pretend that everything was still normal. I decided. If it was possible for them to make a tower realm expert just disappear like that ... well, he didn’t want to test it personally.He’d rather send in the royal guards to test them first. So far, the first attempt of testing had his head spread across the floor from some long range weapon or technique that came through the window from some person who was far enough away that even Artimus couldn’t figure out where he was releasing this technique from.Having these thoughts rolling around in his.