He grinned as he did as she requested.Brian felt his mother’s hand on his hips, pulling him closer to her body. When he was snuggled close, he felt ...er hands wrap around his body and hold his tummy, keeping him tight against her chest. He then felt her kiss the top of his head. “Do you still have the picture?” she asked in a quiet and gentle voice.“Yes,” his whisper was raspy.“Has Jeff sent you any others?” She again whispered, this time her lips brushing against his ear.Brian shook his head. Her sins of the flesh. She should be wearing a hair shirt.She should be flagellating herself like the nuns in the convent to remind herthat her body was weak and she was more powerless than most. Ah, but she could never have envisioned this . Him.Them. She ought never to have come here seeking refuge. And now she didn't knowhow she could ever leave. He came to her anyway, after a night of carousing and flirting with insipidwomen of the night who would spread their legs on a dime and not think. She looked like a little version of her mother. Right down to the little dimple in her right cheek.He turned to Kate. "How is she?"Kate's eyes began tearing and her voice choked, "Not well. The doctors tell me that there is an experimental treatment that requires complete changes of her blood every twelve hours. But it's experimental and expensive and I've got no medical insurance. I'm afraid if she doesn't get the treatment, she'll die."Kate broke down and fell into Alan's arms. Alan was. I'd been used as a sex toy by teenage boys and girls. I'd approached strangers and given blow jobs and been fucked by a disgusting man in the back of a liquor store and then been disappointed at the size of his cock.I'd had loving sex with my husband and brutal sex at the hands of Gregg. I'd even fucked a dog! Now I'd been involved in group sex, fucking men I'd just met while my husband finally got his wish to watch me do it.I honestly couldn't decide which of those experiences excited me the.