It was Graham. Ged asked to phone him back and had a quick shower. Then he rang back."There's been a development," said Graham."Spill," said Ged."I ha... a visit from Mrs Cassie Copthorne," he said. "Things are more complicated than we thought. She brought documentation which I copied. It's obvious that it was Zak Copthorne who set up the account and transferred your money. The stupid man then transferred money monthly into their joint account as if it were his monthly salary."She thought he had. I looked at Heather, but she was looking at the tube. Then it happened once more, only the hand kind of rubbed my cock. Again, Heather was looking somewhere else. She didn’t say a word and she didn’t look at me.There were so many things I didn’t know then, one of them being how much pleasure the touch of another could bring. All I could think about was rub and stroke and come, really. My idea of foreplay, if I had any idea at all, was to rub on someone else, not for her pleasure but for mine. I. Eventually we broke for lunch and my boner went down but only slightly. The problem was further compounded by the fact that in the rush this morning, I didn't have time for a jerk off session.Mom and I met at lunch time on the set and she told me that the next scene was with the two of us in bed. She told me that she really wanted to continue to impress the director and that we should just do what he says. "After all, we are just acting" mom said.After lunch my first scene starts with Mom and I. “When you walk up to the door, a robotic voice tells you to leave or face dire consequences up to and including death. The freaky thing is that it addresses you by name,” Chuck answered.“I wonder why they haven’t fired him,” Melinda said.Chuck replied, “The guy is real good. Seventy percent of the robots we use in the automated manufacturing facilities run on software that he’s written. I’ve heard that he has over two hundred patents.”“I wonder why I’ve never heard of him,” Melinda said.