Looking at the first page his body convulses, showering his desk with the mouthful of coffee, as his brain instantly processes the images. The ten pic...ures were of a man. The first five showed the man walking up to a house and entering. The next five showed the same man leaving the house. They were not of just any man they were of him. His face shone up perfectly in the pictures, illuminated by the light from the camera he was holding. The expressions on his face, at that moment, of sheer. Even though she didn’t officially say we were going inside, I figured that’s where this was going. It would be weird if I just left her at the hotel, then went to the bar by myself. I thought I might as well ask to be safe.“Do you want to meet at the bar?” I asked.“Come on up,” she said. “I just need to take a quick shower before I head out.”A shower? How was this gonna go? Was I just going to have to wait awkwardly in her room until she comes out? Or, was this an invitation to join? I needed. He had tasted Jeff's piss, swallowed his cum, smellt his farts,and now he was washing his body. What else a faggot boy needed?By the end of the shower, Ray dried his master's body off, and helped himgetting dressed in clean boxers. Ray wouldn't have to worry about hisraging hard-on, because his master was now totally clean-smelling!After thirty minutes, the boy was there, on his knees, licking one ofJeff's feet, while the man sat comfortably in his couch. Maybe it was Ray'sfirst time to do. She barely spoke to me during breakfast and Im sure my MIL was suspicious. After breakfast, I drove them to the hospital for a visit. The visit was pretty uncomfortable so I made an excuse and left. When I returned later, my wife was alone. She told me that Mary wasnt feeling well so they had returned home early, deciding not to stay the second night. My wife was pretty pissed at them for leaving early and blamed it on Mary saying she was jealous because she had been trying without success to.