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do to me.
    “He’s looking up at you. His mouth open, right at your cock. He’s stronger than me. He sucks harder. His hands are rougher, harder. But it’s good. So good.” I watched her hand go down to Mr. D’s cock. It was fully hard now, jutting up tall and pushing against his stomach.
    She pushed down his leg, the one closest to the window. I knew why she did it. She did it for me. So I could see her. See her jack him off while she talked about me. What she wanted him to do to me.
    “You have to coach him. Tell him when to lick. When to suck. When to cup your balls. He doesn’t know. He’s never done this before. Never touched another man. Only you. Only you.”
    Mr. D groaned, the way I wanted to. But I held it back. Listening carefully. Mesmerized by her wicked words.
    “His cock is out. Sticking out of those grass stained work pants. Can you see it? Do you let him stroke it? Can he touch it Lucas?”
    My hand hovered over my cock. Waiting for him. Waiting for his word.
    “No. No. He can’t. I won’t let him. Not yet.”
    “That’s right. He likes to wait. Doesn’t he? He likes you to tell him what to do. He wants to be told. He wants to submit.”
    “Yes. Yes.”
    “Tell him. Tell him now Lucas.”
    Her hand slipped fast on his cock. Up and down. Hard and fast. Mr. D had his head back. His eyes closed, talking fast. I couldn’t hear every word, but I didn’t need to, it hit me anyway.
    “Suck it Jacob. Suck my cock. Swallow it. Swallow my cum. Yes! Yes…suck….hard….take it….take it all.”
    The last word came out as a groan as I watched cum spurt from his jerking cock. Up on to his stomach. Pulsing white streams.
    “He’d lick that up. You’d make him wouldn’t you?” Mrs. D stroked a finger through the cum caught in the hair of his stomach.
    He laughed and caught her trailing fingers in his hand. “Stop! Stop Lissy. I can’t take anymore.”
    “Good.” She smiled a satisfied grin. And then looking right at me she brought that finger up to her lips and licked off his cum.

Chapter Five
    I was glad for the hard work after that. My mind was churning. With what I’d heard and what I wanted. How did she know? How did she know that he wanted me? That I would want him?
    I’d been in the yard for a good twenty minutes when he came out. I was edging the path than ran to the front door. I’d stripped off the ugly bright orange safety shirt that my step-dad made us wear and was just in my white undershirt. It was stuck to my body with sweat.
    He walked out the front door and then down the drive to where he’d parked his BMW. He was back in his suit and tie. Looking so upright, so conservative, no one would ever know what lay beneath that navy pinstripe. I knew and the thought made my dick start to stiffen again.
    For a moment it seemed as if he was just going to leave—without even acknowledging me. I was sort of relieved, but there was another part of me that was disappointed. Really disappointed. I wanted him to speak to me. I wanted him to look at me. Acknowledge somehow that he wanted me, that I affected him.
    I wanted so bad for him to see me and I felt really stupid for feeling that way.
    He opened the car door which made me think that was the end of it and then he stopped. Just stood there. He didn’t get in—he turned to me—sort of shook his head a little and then spoke. I didn’t hear him because I was still wearing the safety earmuffs. I’d turned off the edger. I did that for every client. Harry was paranoid about safety, no equipment was allowed on while a client was in line of sight.
    I flipped the protective muffs off my ears and tossed them down on the grass, near where I’d lay the edger. He walked over to me. My heart rate jumped, beating like I’d just run a mile flat out.
    “Jacob. How are you?”
    “Good thank you sir,” I answered. Pleased that my voice didn’t crack like I’d feared it would.
    “Enjoying your time off school?”
    “Not as much as I