Myra looks in the pouch and smiles, ?Thank you baby.?Bill puts his g-string back on while Myra leaves the room. He follows her to the kitchen watching...her open a cabinet door above the refrigerator. She takes out a squeeze bottle, sets down the plastic pouch, adds just a little water to the pouch, stirs it up, and then fills the bottle just like she did for Rosa.?What are you doing??Myra looks around at Bill. ?Why I am saving it.??Saving my semen?? Bill says in a loud high pitch questioning. .er....you're really helping so much...in er...you know,...stimulating me." What has to be done, has to be done," mom replied. "But, one thing Jacob, although I didn't say anything at the time, you did try to rub yourself on my pussy through my shorts earlier. Remember, you may never penetrate me."I felt a rush of disappointment go through me."But," continued mom, "We can do other things."My cock stirred."Er, like what mom?" I asked, questioningly."Well, you say, and I'll tell you if we can.. ”There I am, on my knees, some saliva on my chin, in total panic mode. I say, “Oh fuck, please Mr. Jay, please, I don’t want to get expelled from school. My parents will kill me.” Mr. Jay says, “I recall, we had the same conversation on Friday but you still came back here to fuck today. What am I going to do?”I am desperate and I really don’t want any of this getting out to anyone else so I have to do whatever Mr. Jay wants to keep him quiet.I say, “Mr. Jay, I’ll do whatever you want, just. I fiddled with the scrunched bills on the counter in front of me feeling rather dumb. “Oh well, what's ten bucks for the woman I love?” I said with a half-hearted laugh. “Don’t worry about it, man. It’s only money,” Brady chuckled, tossing a bill on the stage. Looking around the stage, I noticed most of the men had dollars for tipping stacked on the narrow counter before them and tucked neatly under their bottles and glasses. After accidentally tipping a ten, I understood why and quickly sorted.