"He hung up the phone without saying a word. His identity, his privacy, was all that he held sacred. There was no way in hell he was going to give a s...ranger $20,000 AND the key to his security. Charles had an unnatural paranoia that he was going to be found out, that there were somehow mechanisms in place from on high that would bring the world to a crashing halt if anyone "regular" were to find out about his perversions. It was nothing more than inflated, white male ego. In as much as he. "Take off your pants." A moment passed, and he didn't move. "Take off your pants." I repeated shaking him by the throat, and he scrambled to take his pants off."Bartender. Heat me up some bread sticks," I said, turning to stop the man from grabbing me from behind."Yes, Ma'am," He said quickly rushing behind the counter. The man I was holding began to gasp and struggle. Oxygen, right, I'd almost forgotten. I threw him to the floor and held him down with the spiked heel of my shoe."Bartender!" I. He tried to distract himself with some songs on his mobile phone. Several heavy rock anthems came and went… then he heard the melodic tones of a song that had stuck with him for the last ten years. He had put it on there on purpose, knowing it was special to him and Tracy. He smiled as he closed his eyes.Tracy finally shed a tear as soon as the coach was out of sight. She regretted her actions a decade ago but had tried to move on, even getting back with the father of her child – having a. I could see them between her legs.Suddenly I got scared. I don't know if it was the idea of getting caught and having to talk to her about all I'd seen or if admitting to myself that I desperately wanted to screw my mom was just too much to bear, but I ran outside and hid behind the apartment.I smoked and fantasized. I'd never thought of my mom as attractive. She was a little chubby- though not much, just enough to give her big, pillowy tits and a bubble butt. Her hair was brown and curly and.