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week.
    “Fortunately, the weekend is ours, but we may not see much
of each other until then. For the next three nights, I am entertaining three
different clients, and I expect all three will make use of your services.”
    “Okay, but we will have time together?”
    “Yes, all day Saturday and Sunday are just for us.”
    “So who are these clients?”
    “Tonight, you will meet Eric. He is married and I think his
interests tend a little-”
    “Kinky?”
    “Yes. I need to insist that you say no if something bothers
you.”
    “I won’t lie. I am a bit curious.”
    He laughs. “Good. I really don’t get into that kind of
thing, but if you enjoy it, I am glad. Tomorrow, we will be seeing Darren. He
is older than me. He is very interested in you given your age.”
    “So I should play up the college angle?”
    “Think sorority girl.”
    “Love it. Alright. And Friday.”
    “Friday, the client is John. He is into watching.”
    “So I will be with you?”
    “Yes, but he also likes directing.”
    “This will be a fun week.”
    “I hope so.” He smiles at me and kisses me before going
back to his work. When we get to Philadelphia, he sends me shopping for clothes
for the client meetings. I don’t have a lot of time to get ready to meet with
Eric. Apparently, Eric and I will be meeting at his hotel room; there is not
even dinner involved.
    Eric is staying on a different floor. Per Mike’s request, I
am dressed in all black, including black heeled boots. I knock and Eric
answers. He is cute, not sexy. He looks nervous. He must have been nerdy in
school. His glasses are thick and he won’t look me in the eye.
    “I want to be punished,” he tells me as soon as the door is
closed. “I will give you my key and I want you to come back. You will find me
masturbating, and I want you to make me feel bad for doing it.”
    “Okay,” I say and take his key. I wait in the hall for five
minutes. I don’t have the slightest idea what I am doing. I enter the room and
Eric is jerking off on the bed.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, attempting to
sound angry.
    “Please. I’m sorry.” He moves his hands away from his
penis. It goes limp. This is going to be weird.
    “You think you can just do that, play with yourself? You
save that for a girl. And you use it to make her come, okay? Your pleasure is
not important.”
    “I know. You’re right.”
    “I’m going to teach you what I mean.”
    “Oh, please, no. I don’t want you to have to do that.”
    I strip for him. “Don’t you want to touch me?”
    “I do, but I am a naughty man.”
    “You are, but I will make you nice.”
    As I have been talking, he has gotten hard. I go to him and
straddle his face. “I’m going to walk you through this. Do you understand?”
    He nods and I move down until my cunt is up against his
mouth. “Now take your tongue and put it between the lips.” He does so and I
moan. I don’t know what about this turns him on, but I like being in charge.
“Keep moving your tongue until I tell you to stop.”
    He moves his tongue and I slip my pussy back and forth over
it. I then back up and slide down to his waist. “Alright, I am going to lie
down and you are going to put your fingers inside of me. I will not touch you,
though. You will have to wait until I feel you have been good enough and
pleased me enough. And then I will help you come.”
    I lie down and he does as I ask. His fingers move inside me
and I lie back, enjoying the pleasure of being fingered without any obligation
to do anything in return. I feel myself getting wetter, but then I see him move
his other hand to his cock.
    “What are you doing?”
    He looks ashamed. “I’m sorry. It hurts and I want to touch
it.”
    “Now you are going to have wait longer before you can fuck
me.”
    He apologizes again and goes back to focusing on my vagina.
“Make sure you get my clit,” I tell him. He does what I say and I moan. Shit,
this is fun. I can’t believe how