The men each took a seat to watch.I was positioned over the desk with my cock hovering over the blotter and my ass projecting lewdly behind me, slick ...ith lubricant, ready for penetration.The show was about to begin.Jim stood behind me and began tapping my ass. He had done the same thing in Atlanta, but not, I had assumed, for an audience."Watch this," he said, "This little bitch gets real horny when I play with her ass."I groaned in shame and lust as his palm kept slapping my ass. Each slap. Okay, you'd still be exposed, but at least you could be reached every day, everywhere. I had loved to talk. Yeah, my phone bill had been so high because of talking to my buddy, or listen to those horny men with their sexlines. I won't shy away from it, yes, I called them. Sometimes to get together, sometimes to just eavesdrop on two men having a conversation and hell yeah, sometimes to get a good jerking session with the guy I was talking to at the time. It turned me on. Yes, gays turn me on.. ) She couldn't talk. She couldn't take care of her herself. We girls had to take turns watching over her and helping clean her up. Mostly, we were trying to keep her comfortable as she died."Now, my father was an Irish Catholic, and my mother was a Scottish Presbyterian. Before they were married, they hadn't agreed on which church they were going to rear their children in, and we kids were put under a lot of pressure. I tried to please both my parents by attending both churches."Times were. I remember I said…”Oh Mom!” out loud when I had a hot jack off once. I wonder if the ever heard that.--------------------I went to mom‘s house, went up stairs and went in her room to continue this story.Something had happened. Someone had added to my story.I started reading it. Mom had found my story in the computer and read the story as far as I had gotten with it. She had added her version and thoughts about the story so far.---------------------------Who ever reads this, needs to understand.