. It was me.”He glanced down, squinting.“I’m the one who told Anna’s husband.”He sighed coldly, and ran a hand through his hair.“I know,�... he nodded, and my eyes shot wide, “I know you used to spy on us, too.”Fuck what? His words struck me like a kick in the stomach, and even in the afterglow of my orgasm, I felt all the color drain from my face.“Y-you knew?” I stammered, “you knew all along?”“Anna was kinky,” he sniffed, forcing a lopsided smile, “I think she kinda liked it.”I couldn’t believe. Brain cancer! Fuck! And terminal! What could he do?Now that he was on his side he felt a wet sponge being applied to his back, but whoever was doing this still had a hand on him.Tell me if there’s anything anyone can do, even if it would cost billions of dollars.“Even the richest of men wouldn’t be able to recover from this.”No no no! It can’t end like this! Jake raged.Then:Months passed. Jake’s only friend at this point was his mother, but even that was a source of pain for him.“Mom, why don’t. “God. Oh. Please stop,” Greg pleaded. “I’ve had enough. I can’t take any more.”Mistress Lucy turned her dials down a bit and then looked at Greg. “You paid for an hour, and you’re going to get an hour.”“It’s OK. I’ve had my money’s worth. The introduction was great. But I think I’ve had enough. Please stop.”“Greg, be quiet.” Mistress Lucy paused a moment, and then she said, “Listen, have you ever had sex with a real virgin? The more she protests, the more excited you get. If she’s. Tom barely noticed as he dreamily lay recovering. Erin was straightening his panties over his now flaccid penis when Karen returned."How's lover boy doing?" she asked looking down at the exhausted Tom. "Looks like he's all finished for the night. Or maybe all week." She added the last with a laugh as she sat down on the couch next to him and turned to Erin. "I suppose we should untie him so you guys can go home."She looked down at Tom with a smile and couldn't resist his exposed and shaven.