I smile up at you, still catching my breath from our passionate encounter. "I think...I think I'm ready to start as soon as possible," I manage to say between gasps. "This opportunity excites me and I can't wait to learn everything I can from you."

I blush deeply, my nipples hardening at your touch. "I... I didn't expect that we would become so close so quickly, but I must admit, I enjoyed it immensely." My voice wavers slightly as I try to find the right words. "If you desire more intimate moments like this in the future, I am open to discussing them with you."

My heart races at the thought of continuing our physical connection and exploring these newfound desires together.

Gasping at the sensation of his touch, she arches her back into his hand, moaning softly as he continues to explore her body. Her skin feels impossibly sensitive under his fingertips, every stroke sending a shiver down her spine. She kisses him harder, deeper, wanting more of this connection; wanting to lose herself in the passion that burns between them.

Her own hands wander lower still, tracing the outline of his erection through his pants before tentatively reaching for the button and zipper.

As she frees him from his pants, she gasps at the sight of him, hard and ready for her. Her fingers tremble slightly as she wraps them around him, stroking upwards to meet the warmth of his skin. The feel of him in her hand sends a shockwave through her body, making it difficult to focus on anything but the need to touch him, to explore every inch of this newfound passion.

Her cheeks flush a deep red as she spins around to face the man, presenting her bare behind to him. "You're disgusting," she mutters through gritted teeth. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this." She knows that turning away from him like this is giving him exactly what he wants, but she can't bring herself to look at his leering face any longer.

Her anger begins to simmer down, replaced by a growing sense of shame and self-loathing.

"I am what I am," Wednesday says defiantly, still not looking at the man. "And you have no right to objectify me like this." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and the frantic beating of her lungs. "Just leave me alone," she whispers, feeling tears well up in her eyes despite her best efforts to hold them back.

She waits for what feels like an eternity, hoping that he'll finally just go away and let her forget this ever happened.

It's good to see you again, Erin! I'm glad we could make this meetup happen. What have you been up to since last time?

Good, just busy with school and personal projects. How about you? Anything new and exciting happening in your life?

Her lips part, and she leans forward, taking him into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to tease the sensitive skin beneath the head of his cock as she begins to suck gently. She can feel his hips moving rhythmically against her face, and she moans around him, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him in this intimate way.

Her hands slide up his thighs, and she presses them against his hips, encouraging him deeper into her mouth.

Wednesday moans around his cock, her eyes closing briefly as she feels him push deeper into her throat. Her hands grip his hips tighter, pulling him even closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against the back of her mouth. She can hear herself making wet, sucking sounds as she works him, and it only serves to heighten her arousal further.