" said Steve's dad."Lucky for me it was a good coat and the tailor had sewn a tag into the lining with my name. Your mother used that to find me on ca...pus. She told me the incident had convinced her to move back home and commute to college. She also asked me out on a date to apologize for her unthinking comments. She explained she had been really upset and was pretty convinced that I had only helped to get a chance to help myself. She said that kind of stuff happened to her a lot." Un huh". I didn’t respond, not knowing exactly what she meant. The course of the conversation changed for a few minutes as we talked about how sore we were from work and about Cathy’s trips to her massage therapist, her RMT. In one line of text, her phone’s autocorrect feature changed ‘RMT’ to ‘TNT’. ‘Dynamite?’ I texted. ‘Yep, rub it and it explodes.’ This wasn’t at all like me, and I was afraid that I was going to cross some sort of invisible line and not only end this conversation suddenly but maybe. She gave the tip of my now fully erect cock a little kiss, stood and returned to her position. My officer stepped forward again, took my cock in her hand and started to stroke it. Her other hand cupped my balls, feeling their weight and fullness. She looked up in my eyes and told me what the rules were going to be. No talking No crying out Most of all, no cumming without permission If I were to break any of these rules, I would be turned over to Jethro for his entertainment. And personally. She gave up.“God, please forgive me,” she thought, deep down as a tear dropped to the floor from her right eye.They were tasting each other’s lips, tongues, and saliva. Her hands were on his face and his left hand was supporting her back as his right hand soon started running all over her tits and her belly, and squeezing her tits here and there.“Mmh,” she moaned through the kiss.A part of her still wanted to stop him. She placed her left hand on his right, trying to push it away, but her force.