I laid back mezmorized by the process of events that laid before me as the two women closely examined my naked body. Do you want to touch? my wife ask...d. If you dont mind replied Denise. My wife then released my cock and began to caress my balls, while Denise took her free hand and wrapped it around. She then examined my penis by slowly running her index finger across every inch and then touched the wet tip and spread the precum around in circles, making my tip totally wet. Moved her head down. "Barely audible, John replied, "Yeah...um, anytime, Mom." It really meant a lot to me, hearing you tell me how beautiful I am...how sexy I am." I paused and moved my fingers down to his hand and interlocking our fingers, added, "A woman my age can't hear that sort of thing enough."There was a long pause and then John said, "Well, it's true, Mom. You are beautiful."I turned my head to look up at him and asked in a quite voice, "Really, son?"My son gave me a shy smile and said, "Really, Mom --. .....it was quite crowded and i cud feel a hard chest and a felt a little something in between my legs.......when i got off the elevator i saw it was Mr D who i fantasize about.......i did not make much of it and went about my days work. That day it was late and few of my colleagues stayed back to get the work completed and all of us decided to go out for drinks.....i had about an hours work to finish and said i asked them to go ahead and said would join in once i am finished.Mr D heard this. This is really happening I thought. It hadn’t really hit me yet. Here I was, in an unknown town, having sold my apartment, wired all my money to him (after all, he would be providing for me from now on) and quit my job. I had a new occupation now. I’d said goodbye to the few people that might notice I was gone, and I’d got on a plane. And then it had landed. And then I’d seen him.Oh my.This morning seemed an awfully long time ago. Cornflakes for breakfast-had that really happened? It seemed.