.." What's the question?" I interrupted."We're ... not sponsors. What's the worst case scenario?"I frowned. "This is all kind of experimental, but it ...oes something like this -- the worst case is that you just can't find a sponsor who will accept you as a couple. If that happens, you'll be split up. You'll be working for the government and living in what amounts to a barracks with a bunch of other guys. You'll have someone keeping an eye on you, sort of like a parole officer and unemployment. But the lust between Meredith and I, sweetened and deepened by the love between us, was intoxicating, and I could take my vengeance on Trash any time I wanted. I and my cock had the most beautiful and shiniest new toy to play with – everything else went into maintenance mode.In the short periods I did spend with my ex-daughter-in-law, it was evident that the sleep deprivation was taking its toll – she was pretty much a gibbering idiot by the second day – by the third she was coherent again, but. “Hi honey!” As always she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, her breasts bouncing in the tank top as she stood on tiptoe. I told her that I’d found out why Paige had gotten detention and that I’d taken care of it, but didn’t give her any details. She smiled at me again. “I knew I could count on you, Josh. You’re such a wonderful young man. I don’t know what I’ll do without you when you go off to college next fall.” “ Don’t worry Mom, it’ll be fine,” I told her. Truth be told, I didn’t want. One showing my recently fucked face with the blindfold, closeup photos of my nipples poking through the fishnet and some very erotic closeups of my pussy from all angles. They all look beautiful and I am already very wet as I relive our encounter in my mind. I email Chris. “The photos as always are beautiful. You really know how to capture a woman. I have never experienced such erotic and strong orgasms. Thank you.” The next 3 weeks are very similar. A basket of items awaits me with the fishnet.