I slowly went near .Me: Sorry momMom: WhateverThen I hugged her and she calmed down in a second.Mom: Why did you do it dear? Didn’t you think about ...he consequence. What if people come to know about it.Me: But I can’t control it mom.Mom: But you shouldMe: I could if I had other optionsMom: like what?Me: If I could touch a lady without others knowingMom: What do you mean? And who would let you do thatMe: You momMom: Are you insane, I am your momMe: And a womanMom: But it’s sin and also I am old,. Twice.I gave his three minutes and asked, "Well?"No response. Thirty seconds and a flip of the flank."Medium Well?" Two responses and my choices met with approval. The smell of burning meat mixed with the smell of singe."Pink in the middle?" The vast majority responded. Those cuts went on the grill as the flank began to smoke. I picked up the medium well, turned them and looked at the biker-type; he shook his head. We were getting close to shoe leather but the guy looked happy."Bloody?" Two. He opened his bedroom door and took a few seconds before bringing the plate with the panties into his room. He put the plate on his desk and held up my panties to see how wet they were. He then brought them closer to his nose and deeply inhaled my scent before getting a taste with his tongue.He wrapped them around his penis and masturbated just like he had done with his step-mom’s cotton panties. It relieved me to see that he hadn’t freaked out and that he had welcomed my surprise. He surely. That said, things were about to get worse. I was in yet another bar slowly drinking myself into inebriation, when a guy came and sat down next to me and offered to buy me a beer. We ended up chatting quite a while and I don’t know how the fuck it happened, but I told him about my situation and about not being able to get release and just generally feeling really shit. He wanted to take a look at the cage and suggested we went into the bathroom. Not entirely sure why I was doing this, I followed.