GaryLittle
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- Sep 2, 2017
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I could tell that Tonya was getting impatient. For some reason, she wanted to rush this process along, to get right down to the fucking. I on the other hand wanted to enjoy every second of this. There would be time for more risqué pictures later. For now I wanted to ease her along this path.
“That is an exceptional shot” I mentioned as I squeezed off shot after shot. “You have a beautiful body”
“Shall we eat?” I asked as I offered her my arm.
I could tell that she was curious and confused. We had a contract. Why wasn’t I fucking her right now. Was there something sinister going on? Was I gay? There had to be something.
“You are going to need your strength, but don’t eat too much.” I mentioned as we headed into the dining room.
I could see her blush as she realized what I had said, and what was being implied.
Dinner was amazing, the food outstanding. I made sure that Tonya’s wine glass was never empty, and I could soon see the effects it was having on her. Conversation started off slow, mainly talking about the end of summer, and the approach of fall. It soon turned to where she had grown up, her failed marriage, and her son. I was curious about where her relationship stood with her son. I had seen many things concerning them on the files I had lifted off their hard drive, but I was curious where here head was at now. As curious as I was, I avoided that subject, for now.
I confided in Tonya that I was divorced as well. How my wife had cheated on me. That my computer business was just something I played around with to keep me busy. I didn’t lie about anything, but I didn’t tell her the entire truth about anything either. Finally the conversation came around to why we were here.
“I’ve been around a long time Tonya, and that is the closest I’ve ever come to going to jail. Another minute and ….”
We sat quietly for a minute. “You signed a contract with me to let me do anything I want to you for a year. What does that mean to you? What are your limits?” I could see the confusion on her face.
“In order for this to be enjoyable to me, I need to know what it is you think you are willing to do. I don’t believe you are really willing to do whatever it is I want to do to you, so what do you mean? Are you offering up all your openings for my pleasure? Do you want pain, or wish to avoid it? Women? Multiple partners? Webcams, videos, pictures, published online, glory holes?”
I stood up and offered her my arm. “Lets have a drink on the deck while we watch the sun set. Think about what you really want to offer. I am willing to tear up this contract and you can leave owing me nothing if you wish.”
“That is an exceptional shot” I mentioned as I squeezed off shot after shot. “You have a beautiful body”
“Shall we eat?” I asked as I offered her my arm.
I could tell that she was curious and confused. We had a contract. Why wasn’t I fucking her right now. Was there something sinister going on? Was I gay? There had to be something.
“You are going to need your strength, but don’t eat too much.” I mentioned as we headed into the dining room.
I could see her blush as she realized what I had said, and what was being implied.
Dinner was amazing, the food outstanding. I made sure that Tonya’s wine glass was never empty, and I could soon see the effects it was having on her. Conversation started off slow, mainly talking about the end of summer, and the approach of fall. It soon turned to where she had grown up, her failed marriage, and her son. I was curious about where her relationship stood with her son. I had seen many things concerning them on the files I had lifted off their hard drive, but I was curious where here head was at now. As curious as I was, I avoided that subject, for now.
I confided in Tonya that I was divorced as well. How my wife had cheated on me. That my computer business was just something I played around with to keep me busy. I didn’t lie about anything, but I didn’t tell her the entire truth about anything either. Finally the conversation came around to why we were here.
“I’ve been around a long time Tonya, and that is the closest I’ve ever come to going to jail. Another minute and ….”
We sat quietly for a minute. “You signed a contract with me to let me do anything I want to you for a year. What does that mean to you? What are your limits?” I could see the confusion on her face.
“In order for this to be enjoyable to me, I need to know what it is you think you are willing to do. I don’t believe you are really willing to do whatever it is I want to do to you, so what do you mean? Are you offering up all your openings for my pleasure? Do you want pain, or wish to avoid it? Women? Multiple partners? Webcams, videos, pictures, published online, glory holes?”
I stood up and offered her my arm. “Lets have a drink on the deck while we watch the sun set. Think about what you really want to offer. I am willing to tear up this contract and you can leave owing me nothing if you wish.”