I remained silent. I was afraid of what I'd say. The thought of dressing slutty was turning me on. I wondered what he meant by being a slut. I remembered him pulling off my suit bottoms. As I thought about this stuff I leaned forward, put my arms around him, and rested against his back as we rode.
We continued to talk. The conversation lightened up. Gray kept the conversation flirtatious and s****l but I didn't feel like he was pulling my deepest secrets out. Then he asked.
"So what is your biggest fantasy?"
"To be rich and travel with my children," I replied.
He laughed, "Well, I'd take you traveling, but you know what I meant. What do you think about when you masturbate?"
"What makes you think I masturbate?" I asked.
"You're too s****l not to," he replied. "I feel how you react whe
