He'd served Frank enough beers over the years to know it takes a lot more than one to get him drunk, and since he came straight to the bar after work,...Jim knew that his friend didn't have anything to drink before he got there."I'm just going to go home and rest." Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then?"Frank didn't answer beyond a slight wave of his hand as he headed towards the door.By the time he got home, he was feeling cramps in different parts of his body. What was worse, he was beginning to. She looked at me, and I watched a series of emotions wash across her face. I could feel the rage blossom, and the fear.I saw myself through her eyes, and I was a monster. A monster with godlike powers. A monster who had nearly destroyed her life on a whim.She slapped me. I let her. It hurt, a lot. She jumped to her feet and ran into the bedroom. I could hear her crying. I didn't do anything to control her, manipulate her or her emotions. Eventually, I heard her pick up the phone and call her. I played the recording and OH there she was my mom with her legs streched wide apart, fondling and licking her boobs while fucking herself with her pink dildo. Wow what a sight I realy wanted to lick that beautiful well pampered spa body of my mom. I masturbated 4 times watching her recording on that big screen but still wasnt satisfied so after taking a break and eating a good lunch cooked by my mom I went back to do it again. Got completely naked on my bed and started stroking my cock hard. I sent the picture to her father. I know he wouldn't believe it.Two days later, I got punched in the arm by Angela. "You sent that kitchen picture to my father! I'll never live it down. He'll tease me about it forever," she complained.I rubbed my arm and laughed. "Boy, could she hit hard, " I thought.Her two weeks were up too quickly and she waved goodbye from the back of her limo. Tara put her arm through mine and said, "Dad, she asked me to save her Kate's Cabin for Christmas and New Years..