I headed into her apartment, thanking her for her hospitality. As she said no problem, she closed the door and we both realized, once closed, being el...ctronic, leaves out the option of leaving. Whitney said she was sorry, knowing I couldn't get to my truck, but she also said, maybe it's better, considering whatever is happening. Whitney offered me a drink, a coke, water, etc. We chatted and discussed what the hell could be happening. It happened quick and was scary she said. I watched her. I'm sorry." Hot tears of shame start to well up in my eyes. I try to bend over to cover myself better, hide my burning embarrassment. "Just leave me alone." "Shit, I'm sorry honey. But you can't be watching that," my mom says. Grabbing a tissue off my desk, she hands it to me. I take it and try to turn away in my chair. "You're not supposed see me like that." "Just go, ok?" She turns the chair back, so that she's standing over me. I cower, not wanting to look her in the eye or ogle the breasts. Once we got to the hotel she went to get the key. as we walked into the room she dropped her purse by the door, placed the chain on and dropped to her knees. I was reluctant to pull my dick out after all we've been at work all day and I'm sure it was sweaty but she insisted with minimal resistance from me. my pants were down to my knees and she was giving my dick a tongue bath. every side of it was licked, my balls were also licked. she reached underneath and caressed my asshole. I had to. I had seen him on a news show, once, a pretty lengthy interview by the soundbite standard that ruled television. He smiled with sadness as he talked about his late wife, saying she was the inspiration for his writing and regretting the fact that she passed before he became really successful. There was a comment about his ancestry and he proudly talked about his Irish mother and her love of literature, hence his name. I thought he seemed genuine and charming. His unruly shock of black hair and.