“Fuck!” David grumbled. He flopped down on the couch and then snapped off “Fuck!” again.“What?”He jumped up. “Dad went back to work toda...!”“So?”“If Mom was trying to catch us, and thought we suspected what she was up to, she wouldn’t be dumb enough to hide a webcam or a microphone today, where we could find it, would she?”I was incredulous at the suggestion. “You mean wait until tomorrow to put it in?” I threw up my hands. “No, David! That’s ridiculous!”Ridiculous or not, Tuesday afternoon we. His friends making a comment like that was one thing, but from Simon it was degrading and disgusting.His reverie was disturbed by his mobile phone. The display told him he had a text. It was a message from his wife. He debated whether to pick it up. Although it said ‘picture message’, the only thing he thought it could be would be her giving him the two-fingered salute.

He took a deep breath and opened the text. His heart raced, and his cock stirred.“Like what I’m wearing tonight?” was the. ‘I feel I need to toughen up.’ What an attitude, I was so proud of her! She blinked in astonishment when I showed her the schedule and she read the names of her volunteer tutors. ‘My god, if I can manage this workload over the next month I’ll end up knowing more than my professors,’ she marveled. ‘It may be rather optimistic, too heavy to handle, but nothing but the best for you. You’ll have a say if the tutoring is repetitive or becoming too specific – the idea is to fine-tune you for your. “But I gotta pay…. fir my.. drinks.” She garbled almost unintelligibly. Where the fuck did the bartender go? Jim wondered as he quickly looked around and saw no one that even remotely looked like an employee, let alone Matt, the usual bartender on duty. He was getting more provoked by the minute with this situation and wanted to get the fuck outta there. “Mom, we’re going, NOW!” Jim fished in his wallet and threw a couple of twenties on the bar to cover her tab. The customers in the bar watched.