I kept telling myself, no, this isn’t what Marge wants me to believe. Still I walked her inside and we found an empty room. The room was pretty nice... oriental rugs, a bunch of old Chinese vases, expensive looking wax flowers. I couldn’t think of a better place to find out my wife might be cheating on me.We got inside and both sat down. I looked at Marge, “Ok, what gives?”“I’m sorry Jeremy. I thought, well I thought maybe you knew.”“Knew what?”“If I tell you, you’ll promise not to say where you. Who are the other two?”“Narassima Murthy and Tim Cabot. Do you know either of them?”“I’m pretty sure Murthy was in Scott’s class. Indian guy, very soft spoken and deferential?”Dave laughed, “Yeah. He called me ‘Sir’ at the end of just about every sentence!”“That’s him. I don’t think I know the other guy. Make your choice and then bring the final candidate to see me.”“When I was speaking to the UofC recruitment office, they said they have some work-study candidates. OK to consider them?”“It’s. He closed his laptop to concentrate, remaining seated at the small desk squeezed into his bedroom. Silence. Footsteps on the stairs. Then a knock and Andy stepped in.?Hey, Rob. Someone here to see you. Needs help with her computer. I offered to do it, but she insisted only you could help her.?As he was talking a blonde girl inched into view, smiling shyly.?So, this is Rob. I’ll leave you in his expert hands.?When she stepped forward, over her shoulder, Rob could see Andy silently mouth ?You. ”This last comment caused a deep moan to rise from her lips as she imagined the abuse her soft ass was about to receive after the constant torment the vibrator had supplied to her pussy for the last few hours. Rohit walked back out into the hallway to find where he had dropped his pants. He found them and pulled the thick leather belt out of the loops and folding it in half returned to the bedroom. Standing over his moms upturned buttocks, spread so appealingly before him, he teased her clit.