By the second week, my mother getting irritable and purposefully embarrassing around the theater professionals the producer wished to woo, when we dec...ded to head to Paris, he probably wished it.Paris was everything London wasn't. It remained intact for one. And its presence took our breath. And the people were as rude as the Londoners were polite. Having been given a sizable amount of cash by the producer, Mother pocketed most of it. We rented an apartment for cheap on the West Bank for a. Taylor squeezed and rubbed my cock in my jeans. She kissed me again then put her lips to my ear. “MMM, that looks painful with this all bound up in there,” she said pointing to my crotch.I did not understand her and just gave her a, “What?”“Craig, take you pants off. I want to give you a blow job,” Taylor said as I looked at her in disbelief. Taylor was undoing my belt before I could figure out she was serious. I quickly stood up kicking off my shoes then dropping my pants. Taylor was kneeling. I let my fingers move up her shoulders to her lower neck. She really was knotted and tense, so I used my fingertips to caress and massage the muscles in her shoulders. As I did this, I allowed myself to peer over her shoulder at the splendor of Shilpa’s cleavage, full, creamy, and sexy. Her dress had a very generous neckline that made my dick grow.I massaged Shilpa for some time, working on her upper arms, shoulders, and neck. “How is it? Feeling better? I asked cautiously. Shilpa did not. I did my best to try to live up to my parents’ expectations. I’m glad they think I’m doing OK at it.I woke up in time to wish my boys well before they headed for school. I went on-line after breakfast to search for the nearest decent MBA program. Millersville and Franklin and Marshall did not offer the programs. The three nearest I found were at Penn State’s Harrisburg campus, at my University of Delaware and down in Philadelphia at the Wharton School. A Wharton School MBA was prestigious but.