“That is great Steve, but please could you call me Phil, I feel like an old woman when I am addressed as Mrs Rolands. I think that we will get alon... pretty well as we both have similar interests. I will show you some more of his work at a later date if you like.” “That would be awesome, Phil. I would really appreciate that.” “Now Steve, would you like something to drink.” “I’ll just have a Coke, thanks.” We sat and conversed for over an hour, Phil telling me about her life with her husband. The webcam couldn't see her here so she could relax a little. Barry had said he would be away from the computer for some time but she didn't trust him.The printed photos he had forced her to stuff into herself were hurting her. Did she dare to take them out for now? He couldn't see her but she was afraid of doing it anyway.She should use these moments of freedom. He couldn't take away her dignity all of the time! Nicole pulled down the G-string and carefully removed the papers. She did not look. And she too did not talk any thing. The room became silent. Then I asked her that “can I ask you something with is very personal?” she said fine ask. I took a promise from her that she would not tell it to any one. And the she promised me that she will not tell it to any one. Then I was very nervous to ask her thinking what she would do after asking my question. And suddenly I popped up my question. “can I touch your boobs?” she was kind of shocked to my question. I was really feeling nervous. Never in my life had I managed such wanking aptitude on my own cock, and here was my own mother about to teach my a lot.“We need to lose the shorts boy, I’ll go check on Sami whilst you do.” Said mom, quickly moving to the corridor and down to Sami’s room to check on her. As soon as mom returned and nodded I stood and dropped my short, stepping from them, sporting my hard cock, all seven firm inches thick and leaking excitement.My mom stepped over, reached down to grasp my cock and looked up.