I feel helpless and needy as the third and worst day drags on. Men are horrible when they are ill and on this third day I am one of those men, useless...and sucky. My wife laughs a tiny laugh as she sees me typing away watching the sinus tears travel down my cheeks. I know what she is thinking because she had the same cold just a week ago and for some reason, a mystery still unknown to man, unlike me she continued as though her wall of cold was a mere step compared to the mountainous hurdle I am. She recognised the girl as Nicole Patton, who was Ms Bryant’s secretary. Melanie remembered telling Diane about Nicole. She had been in all of the meetings that Melanie had attended at Paddle Cane Publishers and Melanie Pearson decided that she did not like the girl. She smiled as she waited all the time thinking about Nicole. She was probably at least five years younger than Melanie. Nicole was about five feet four tall and this made her at least four inches taller than Melanie Pearson who was. Mike didn’t reply; he couldn’t say a word. His cock jerked about as he looked at his mother’s tantalizing pussy. She saw him take her piss-wet panties and drape them over his rigid cock. He closed his fist around his cock and began to jack off.“Ooooh, look at you!” Lisa whimpered. She moved a hand between her thighs and began to stroke her cunt. She rubbed at her distended clit, thrilled that he was watching every move her fingers made. It excited her to have her son watch her fingering her. “Pet,” I said gently, “That was your punishment, to watch. You know better than to let someone else tie you up without my permission, and still you let her do it. Besides; remember that you consented to this love. This is our life now, you agreed to another slave in the house and now we have one. Don’t be upset that you do not like the result.” Pet calmed visibly and she looked deep in thought. Finally she said “You’re right Master I did agree. It was just torture to watch you fuck her; God I.