He grimaced uncomfortably. He had been channeling his feelings about his mother - all his conflicted emotions - onto Sarah. Sure, she had responded to...him while he had gone down on her, but afterwards they had cuddled! It wasn’t post-fucking, or anything controlling or perverse - even though all he had wanted to do was practice, last night had all been about him making her feel good - and then they had fallen asleep in each others arms.Not exactly something to engender Fear in someone.And then. After two days, I told them that I won’t be coming every day.I told them that they can come here and work. I gave them a key and said, “If you want to work during the night also, then you can stay back here.” They said, “Okay, Sir, tomorrow we will get our clothes also and stay here for 2-3 days to speed up our project work.”I arranged food for them as home delivery. They were very happy. I didn’t tell this to my wife. The next day I went there and asked them to show me their work done. When I. Then they spent the a long time forcing her to suck inanimate objects and take them down her throat, saying they were training her for Robert, though they did not actually use his name. First they made her take a carrot and then a long sausage down her throat, she choked and gagged and finally threw up on the floor. The video faded out with a checkerboard pattern. I looked down to find a large wet spot from pre-cum already spreading in my pants, I paused the stream, got up and locked my. About half an hour later I came back up to my room. The door was unlocked, suprisingly. Confused, I turned the knob. I was instantly surprised to see Jack was home… on my computer. Oh shit, I had forgotten to close the porn site and my e-mail. I stared blankly across the room, listening to my own moaning noises. He was watching the video of Mike fucking me. I walked over and quickly hit the spacebar to stop the video. Jack… I said, chocking on my words. So… Youre queer? He said, confusion in.