" What happened to him?" I don't know," Mom shrugged. "After I got my diploma I didn't see too much of him. I had to get a job and he still had a wife...and kids of his own. I went to school with his youngest daughter." You did?" I giggled."Uh-huh," she sighed with a smile. "That was kind of weird, seeing her in class and knowing her dad was going to be fucking me later." Hey Mom, um..." I cleared my throat, " ... what we did..." Oh, don't worry about," she scrunched her nose at me. "That was. That's when she started masturbating seriously. She massage herself until she was sweaty and too sore to continue then lie awake, frustrated, aching for release, and wondering what was wrong with her. The following morning she would always swear to herself never to do it again. But a day or two later her libido would rear up and once more she would be lying there in the dark working her fingers inside herself , visualizing her exposed roommate's legs up in the air from bring fucked by her. ’ ‘Remind him of the fraternal support we provided to him as a struggling student?’ ‘Without us, he’d be teaching physics at a high school in Brooklyn. We paid for his graduate education. He owes us. He thinks he paid that debt with some work for us, but the debt remains not quite paid in full.’ ‘Let me be frank with you, Oleg. Will that debt ever be stamped ‘paid in full’?’ ‘Probably not.’ ‘So I expected. Our type never let go.’ Lev paused. ‘Which brings us to the question, why are we having. Am out to everyone as a homo and this has never bothered him. Our sessions all started when he found out I was escorting, and when he knew the money that can be made he messaged me kne night pissed saying he would be up for it as the money would be well handy due to his wedding, initially I thought it was just a laugh so I had a bit of banter back with him. This continued for a few weeks, then one weekend after a B-B-Q at my bf's, we fucked of to sort some sniff (Racheal kept a tight leash on.