I do that a lot you know," Chris said with a shy smile."So do you still masturbate nightly thinking of me?" Janet asked as her excitement mounted."Uh..... that's an embarrassing question," Chris said."Do you?" Yes."Janet's heart was beating so fast she was afraid she was going to hyperventilate. "Show me," she said in rush of breath."What?" Chris said, thinking he had heard her wrong."Masturbate for me, I want to watch," Janet said, trying desperately to keep her voice calm."I can't... I can't do. Fucking, pure and simple. Except she’d felt attached to him. Permanent. Sex was a powerful thing. Last night she’d been almost powerless. It was amazing and perfect, so good it was bad. She’d have to learn that she couldn’t relinquish control to anyone. Fucking had to be under her control. Or else she’d end up like this. She rolled out of bed. Tugging on a T-shirt that fell to the top of her thighs, she made her way through the bedroom to lock the front door. And stopped dead. Washington. . Good thing I went to the bank earlier. Jack was a creep but not without some intelligence. He knew not to indicate I was there. I unbuttoned my pants and took out my hot rod and began stroking it. Jack was grinning like a Cheshire cat anticipating what I had in mind. I watched other men have their way with Ma, moving their instruments of various proportions in and out of her. I heard her cum several times and each time I heard it, I stroked myself harder but wouldn’t let myself cum. I was. A large sign read, "The Nursery" and in smaller letters, "An outreach service of The Church of the Spirit." Toni groaned; her mom hadn't told her the place was run by her mom's new church. That made everything ten times worse. It looked somewhat like a hospital or clinic and was set well back from the main road. As Toni walked in and looked around, she could not help but be dismayed. The rooms were filled with cribs and playpens and the dining area, with rows of high chairs. In the background.