He continued telling me details of the software they installed, and then he noticed where my eyes were directed. He smiled, "Clint, I think I talked too much. You seem to be more interested in what I have in my pants, don't you?"
His direct approach should have shocked me, but my logic was elsewhere, and I felt an urge to touch his d**k. I said, "I have no idea why it is, but... you are right."
He guided me to another room with a large mirror that covered the whole wall, a long table, and a king size bed. He pointed to my clothes and ordered, "Take them off."
I hesitated, "Tatiana and Lance may come looking for us."
He laughed, "Lance's painting room is full of treasured artistic works. It will take them at least an hour and a half to finish. By then we'll be done."
I watched his eyes
