A couple nights after that, she shocked me by reaching for my belt buckle, while I had contemplated trying to get in her pants. There had been a limit...she had set, but, beyond that, she was willing to try anything... As I quickly found out, when she engulfed my member in her mouth. I was shocked. Stunned. And harder than I had ever been in my life. I had jerked off, of course. What teenaged boy doesn't? But, that was nothing like this. She was inexperienced, unpracticed, and I had to hiss. The person in the torrid fantasy she had concocted to masturbate to was her son. She wrapped her body in a towel and sat on the edge of the bed she’d be sharing with her sister for the time being. Her mind kept replaying the images of his young hard cock sliding out of her sister. That brought on a brief swell of anger then it would subside as it played on. It wasn’t her sister on all fours in front of her son, it was herself. She was begging for him to put it back in, holding her slippery. It had cost him his marriage and only an all-out effort to change his habits had prevented some serious heart problems.The last week since the surprise buyout had been surreal, to say the least. Peter Gilson had turned Randall's dream into a joke, all to chase away his daughter's boyfriend.Ever since the buyout and the firing of Gordy Alford, Mark Fine had been trying to reach Randall. Mark was the head of the VC group that had held the largest share of Medi-Vanced, other than Randall's share,. I sat on the floor of the platform and turned on my timer locks. I checked– and double checked– that each lock was set for three hours. I wasn’t going to be using them in series, but if something went wrong and only one lock opened, I could, maybe, override the timer and open the lock. Then I closed a lock onto each of my wrist restraints and attached a carabineer clip on each lock. Normally a carabineer is pretty easy to remove, but once I was in place, they would be stretched tight, and the.