“While I was taking my bath, I got so hot, I had to get myself off,” she said softly.“Do it again later,” he said, “I like to watch you get ...ourself off.”“You know me,” she laughed softly, “I’ll do just about anything you ask.”“Just about?”“Well, I wouldn’t stand in front of a speeding train, unless it would save your life, and I won’t play S&M games. If you want to spank me or tie me up just for fun, that’s okay though. You look so handsome in a tux.”“Have to keep up with my wife,” he said.. Xxx" Errr, okay... that was a little unexpected, but perfect. Barely able to control myself, I wrote back as Gary. "Babe I can't wait! I want you too. It will be difficult to get away, as my wife is so suspicious. I'm going to tell her I'm meeting a friend for a drink; that should give us about three hours or so. Can you meet me at Sands bar at 8 on Thursday night, and wear no knickers!" Now you may wonder just what the hell I was playing at. I didn't know Gary and he hadn't sent the emails. I. So, the moment that the Fireball hit New York City, killing my parents, he took charge and made my life far more ... difficult and restrictive in just enough ways that I was eager to escape.“I think that was the point. To drive me away. If it was, it worked. He’s eager to be rid of me, which he now is, you see. He was nice in other ways, at least partly because I could charm him at least some of the time. But, yes, it was unpleasant enough, intentionally so, for me to buy my way out. So, how. ”“What kind of things did you do mom?”“Well, your father taught me to love oral sex. He was very good and with his help and patience, I became very good at it too. He taught me to take his big cock deep into my throat. He taught me to love his cum. Maybe crave might be a better word. I used to crave his cum. I could think of nothing finer than to have your father blow a big load in my mouth. Sometimes, we’d get carried away and he would get some cum all over my face. I saw myself in the mirror.