Kwan Gun were co-authoring a book on some area of mathematics called meta-theory. Benny had said it was a theory about theories. She had no idea what ...hat meant, but the people on campus were making a big deal out of it. Benny was totally oblivious to the attention he was receiving. She would’ve been surprised if he had been otherwise.Benny led them on a tour of the house. It was three bedrooms, a large study, a dining room, a living room, and a mud room off at the back of the house. It was. That actually felt more comfortable, but made me even harder. There was no place for me to go. I couldn't even turn over. I was stuck there with my full hard on rammed into my own mother's ass crack.After five minutes passed I guess she could tell I was having a hard time going to sleep. I felt her reach down and she patted me on my hip. "Honey, you know that's completely normal, right?"My eyes about popped out of my skull like a cartoon character. "Yeah mom, but this is a little embarrassing!". Rachel pulled the nightshirt over her new obscene assets and waited. The cell door opened.It was Mobana."Slave," he said in a powerful voice."Y... yes master?" She replied in fear. One wrong word and she knew he would he put her through another two weeks of training?"Your fiancé has left the country. He has accepted there is no more he could do."Rachel gave a little moan of relization not daring to react anymore.He continued. "My darling daughter helped him so much, but he just kept. "Yes, Sir!" She immediately replied. Her hands quickly fumbled with the buttons of her uniform, slipping them loose from their cloth holes. Within seconds, her camouflage shirt was opened all the way down to her navel, but still tucked-in at the waist. She thrust her chest out even more firmly, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were small, but firm and sexy. The nipple on each was crinkled and erect, pink against pale flesh."What the hell are those, private?" I called out,.