We're nearing the centre and entering the quiet Soho backstreets and down into Chinatown.Not a word is spoken during the journey.The taxi stops outsid... a brightly lit restaurant but we don't go in. Instead you are leading me down a flight of narrow steps. The stones feel cold against my bare feet.You ring a bell and the door immediately open. It seems we are expected. You sweep in, in your furs. I follow meekly, your hooded servant!A dark passageway, a sliding door, a smell of jasmine and into. And her crying stopped."Yes, but sweetheart, that's not what this is all about entirely. Yes, I make some extra money, but if I just wanted to make money, I could get a second job or something. This is about more than just money, dear." His hand stopped rubbing her back for a moment. "What do you mean, Mom?" She turned to face him. "Honey this is something I do... for me. To make me feel like I am still desirable, to make me feel like I am wanted. You know, by other men."You were too young to. I was concerned that she still had about a half-hour drive to her mom’s house through Oregon mountain backroads in the snow, so I offered to let her crash in my front bedroom. She accepted and that was the first night of her six-month stay (totally against my rental contract). Fortunately, she wasn’t a freeloader. She cooked, cleaned, kept the back yard neat, and grocery shopped. Come to find out, she was rapid-cycling bipolar and paranoid schizophrenic with psychotic episodes (official. Bob sat at the edge of the bed and my wife got on her knees in front of him and looked at me and said come down here as she patted the carpet, I got next to her sitting on the carpet and she looked me and said "I'll go first" and she started sucking him while he had one hand on her head and his head to the ceiling moaning every time she went all the way down on him, after awhile she stopped and looked at me and said "go ahead" I got positioned in front of him grabbed the base of his shaft with.