I was winning until Angus said, “I want to watch you fuck her.” I temporarily broke character. “What?” He didn’t hesitate, stayed in place. ...��I want to watch you fuck her.” He came close, let out a slow breath against my neck that chilled my titanium slave chain. “I know how it feels when you touch me but I can’t see myself when it happens. Mirrors are tacky. And we’d need a full camera crew to capture the feel of it all.” I could hear him scratch his balls but he was likely avoiding touching. Joan told me about her day. She spent a lot of time in music stores looking for vinyl of old Johnny Mercer songs. He was one of Savanna's most famous sons. Johnny Mercer wrote over 1500 songs, some of them the most romantic of all time: Autumn Leaves, That Old Black Magic, Moon River, too many to list. He won academy awards and had huge success in show business. Somehow he has just faded from music memory. After dinner we went back to Club 306 West, but this time we went to the more raucous. As he lightly sucked on them I could feel his tongue playing with my nipple. I couldn't help but groan out, ' oh god ... that feel's so good. Don't stop.' My son had my hormones racing now and I couldn't just sit there any more doing nothing. My dark thoughts took over control of my hands and led them to my son's hard cock which was straining to tear through the fabric of his underwear. I started pleasuring my son by running my finger tips slowly along his hard shaft. I heard him moan and to. But Mary wasn't about to settle down and told me so numerous times during our twice-weekly office lunch out. You see, she'd been working with a personal trainer for the last six months. Mary was quite toned and looked twenty years younger. She was always in good shape for her age, but now she was closing in on being hot.It was during the latest lunch that Mary was uncharacteristically brazen. She'd always been open and honest and even a bit forward. But there'd never been a sexual component.