"Go get a vial of the pheromone" I thought to Angela."I think I need to show you something that will help explain what might be happening here," I sai... to the gentleman. "Angela will be back in a moment."And a minute later, Angela returned with the vial, having already opened it and handed it to the man."What's this?" He asked."Just take a sniff of it," I answered, trying to keep my face emotionless.He did just as I asked and he got a little glassy eyed as he inhaled. We all watched as he shook. She easily detected the traces of amusement in his tone. She waited for him to come and take her down off the wall but he was slowly and methodically cleaning off his brushes. Arent you going to take me down from here? she asked. No. She blinked. Why not? Claire asked, bewildered. Marc sighed and set down the paintbrush he was cleaning and leveled her with a hot stare. Because I dont trust myself to touch you right now. Her breath caught and she flushed, swallowing thickly. Oh. They were. Anyway this story is about the time I walked in on my steps*n wanking, he is 18 now, about 5' 5" skinny with a lovely 9" cock which looks even bigger protruding from his skinny body, this happened a couple of years ago not long after he had finished school and was waiting to start college.It was a usual boring midweek day lunchtime, I had heard him banging around upstairs as I was cleaning in the kitchen, I was putting some clothes in the washing machine when I thought I may as well go up and. None of this matcheswhat I'm worth. More than I could negotiate now, I guess. But what ifI'd spent the last dozen years establishing a rep, instead of slaving inthe shadows? I coulda had my own TV show! I'd be a triple-threat, whatwith my dancing and judging talents. You seen the crap on TV thesedays? I could whip-up a better Duck Confit than those schmucks whiledoing The Hustle. Nobody makes Funky Chicken a la King than me.The Director bastards got a firm grip on my 'nads, though. It's.