I quickly kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt and ducked under the covers. My mom opened the door as I rolled over. I wasn’t really in the moo... to try to pretend to be sleeping so I sat up trying to look tired.“Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you honey.” my mom apologized.“It’s OK mom, I wasn’t really asleep yet anyway.” I replied.“Did you have a good night?” she softly asked.What could I say? “Yeah, it was fine.” I told her. After all, I couldn’t tell her the truth.We said our goodnight and it. After a few minutes, he said, “The Chief said he would be here in a thirty minutes, although considering the distance it might take him an hour.”“Must have a long way to come,” Sean said. The town only took about five minutes to drive through and that was only if you hit the traffic light when it was red.The policeman said, “He’s riding a bicycle.”“Why is he riding a bicycle?” Sean asked puzzled.“We ran out of police cars,” the policeman answered pointing to the flattened police car. He. “Holy smokes, why did you do that?” I asked her now.“To make You less recognizable, stud! Can’t make it easy for the wife to find You, can we now? Besides, as much as I like Your facial hair, this is an excuse to pamper You, to wait on You hand and foot! I’m gonna love doing that this week! As much as I can, babe, I’m Your personal valet, Your body servant, if You will. You’re like that guy from the Spartacus movie, with all of his staff being ladies ... except that I’m not a chattel slave. I’m. I'm sorry if I've let you down by admitting it, but I just do. And I don't care if I have to suck a hundred cocks just as long as I get to taste mom's sweet nectar every now and again. Oh gosh, I feel so much better already! So mom, please tell us what you figured out?"Wendy looked at Chris and then Bill. Both gave an almost imperceptible nod, so she continued. "I was thinking about when Mr. Bitterman was at our house. He said there was nothing he, as a billionaire could do to help us keep it..