”I put my hand in my pocket and turn to walk away.“I’m not ill, I’m -,” she moans. Mom tightens up, and her eyes go out of focus for a split...second. She swallows but remains still.“Are you all okay, Mom?” I ask and approach her.“Yes, yes, I’m okay,” she squeaks, her voice extremely high.“Are you sure?” I inquire, placing a hand on her shoulder.“Y-yeah,” she shouts. “I’m okay!”Mom attempts to take a step forward but falls. She grabs the nearest thing for support, which happens to be my forearm.. She's to be my new project. I want this done perfectly. Beyond perfect, even."The Post with hold a common tray and do nothing else. It will no speak or move, and it's eyes will stay on the ground throughout. You will act as my assistant and will fetch whatever I like from the table of the Post's tray. Also, I'd like you to absently touch yourself while I work, as if you are being aroused at the sight of the torture. You may not orgasm, but make it look like you are enjoying yourself." Yes. .......... I was letting him mouth fuck me! This for some reason turned me on a bit, i got a tingling feeling in my semi hard cock. So i brought my hands up and started playing with his balls.After about a min of this i got a strange taste, i had been warned about this so i knew it was his precum. He pumped forward a few more times into my mouth and then took it out and told me he was close. I told him to lay back down on the couch and i started to wank him again, i wasnt ready for a mouth full. I assure you that it won't happen again. Please, forgive me?" he pleaded.Janet stroked his cheek fondly. "Of course, Phil. This is a shock for both of us. We both have to consider what we are going to have to do. I suspect though that my marriage is truly over," she said with a catch in her throat.Phil Brock turned and filled two glasses with scotch from the room mini bar. Turning back to Janet, he said, "Well, at least we can have a drink and perhaps toast our new status. You can at least have.