’ His voice was clear and lucid and his words carefully articulated – enough that she decided to forego sedation, at least for the moment. ‘Okay... what’s wrong?’ she asked. ‘Do you feel like you’re breathing okay, moving enough oxygen?’ ‘No, no,’ he said dismissively. ‘I feel fine. Or at least as fine as I can under the circumstances. My pants…there would have been a pocket watch in one of the front pockets, probably the left one, but maybe the right. It’s a precious family heirloom,’ he lied.. As he left the table, Jason switched off the vibe once more. “Not yet?” I whimpered. “Not yet, My Impatient Little Slut,” Jason replied. With the vibe off, I turned my full attention back to Jason’s stiff cock. I could see the precum flowing freely, as I squeezed up and down the length of his throbbing cock. I sped up a bit as Jason tried to go through the motions of eating. “Here you go,” the waiter said, as he poured more wine into our glasses. As soon as the wine bottle touched my glass, I. But that was his cover for how he really made his money. And the way he really made his money was as a drug pusher. He had access to all the low-lifes, and spent lots of time with them. Wouldn’t any private eye? And he went to conventions to do surveillance on guys who were away from home, like any private eye would. But what he was really there for was to sell them “recreational aids” as he called them.And while his reason for hiring my mother was to get into her panties, I think he really did. Then the day came she wanted to shower. Until then my wife had given her sponge baths in her bed. But now she wanted a full shower. She had to keep her casts dry, so this would take some help. I assisted her in wrapping the casts in plastic, and helped her hobble to the shower. As I turned to walk out, she asked if I could stay because she may need more help. I didn't argue, and sat down on the toilet (the seat down, I wasn't going) to wait for her. She used her good arm to pull her shirt up.