In his last email before I met him, he sent me simple instructions on what to wear and how to act. He said:"Several things. 1) Wear a button down shir...t, shorts, no underwear, and flip flops. 2) When you come over, approach the door with your head down, hands behind your back. 3) Do not masturbate unless I tell you to."Two days later, I came to his apartment in the city, exactly as he said. He opened the door, telling me to close my eyes. He immediately put a blindfold on me. He pulled me. I reach down and grab your hips preparing myself for the entry into this tight taboo hole. I press my hard cock head against your closed opening and push, my hands digging in as I pull you back towards me. I feel you beginning to stretch and thrust a little, you cry out as my cock head splits you open and enters you. You body is shaking as I slowly push my cock into your ass, inch after agonizing inch I slide into you, you moan and cry as I fill you, small whimpers of pain but encouragement.. I never gave it another thought. I figured they would focus on the big-name firms out on Sand Hill Road, like Kleiner Perkins and Sequoia Capital, or maybe a couple of the New York or Boston firms. We would be, at best, a blip in a paragraph at the bottom of the piece.It didn’t quite work out that way. They never explained why, but it had to have been the three big tech IPOs in a row that made us known. It wasn’t like we handled them, either. We just owned pieces of the three hottest offerings. And so we began our rounds. It was nice to have someone to talk to for a change instead of making conversation with myself. As we walked from office to office, I asked her about how she came to live on the streets."I didn't always live on the streets. I had a family up until about ten years ago. Then my Mom died and Dad remarried to a terrible woman. She was okay at first - Dad was happy not to be alone and she seemed like a good woman. But when Dad got hurt and couldn't work, she changed into.