It never seemed to stopbringing a smile to Ken's face that Catherine and he both worked withmoney, but in such different ways.Sure enough, as Ken walk...d through the front door of his house he caughtthe savory smell of Cathy's specially spiced spaghetti sauce. Sheclaimed it was a recipe handed down from mother to daughter on and on inher family since back when her ancestors lived near Turin. "Hi, Cathy,I'm home," he announced while setting his briefcase near the door."Hello, Love, I'm in the. ..I just," words failed him.She reached out and touched his hand. "Jack, relax. Just tell me."He set his coffee down. He hadn't wanted any coffee to begin with; he'donly made it to avoid the inevitable conversation, to delay what was comingnext. "Ann, I'm scared," he began. He looked into her eyes; she waslooking at him intently. She was nervous too, he could tell. But she wassympathetic to him. "I've never been in this situation before. It's mademe question who I am, who I think I am,. I awoke to some warm oiled hands sliding up my back. I moaned softly, wanting nothing more than to drift back into darkness again.Those hands were strong, kneading my shoulders, then my neck and down my back, warming me.I felt strangely groggy, asking whose hands were on my back…I noticed my arms were stretched above my head, firmly bound to some kind of bedposts, perhaps.Pinned down onto my stomach, I could not even turn my head.I tried to sit up, but a hand on the small of my back kept me. . uptight before finals. Sex is the last thing I think of. I suppose, if you wanted to work off some steam, it would be okay, as long as you get our approval first."It sounded to me like her plan needed work. Anyway, I wasn't planning to go to college. "It probably won't come up. If you and Jane can't keep me satisfied, I need help."She laughed, and took my cock in her hand. "Jane tells me you like to do it doggy style the second time. How about trying something different?" What do you mean by.