I realized I hadn't taken off my headset and was still tethered to the desk! I hurriedly ripped it off of my aching head and walked to the bathroom, t...e sounds of my coworkers taking more calls slowly fading as I turned the corner. I pushed my way into the bathroom door and turned on the cold water in the sink. I shoved my hands into the stream and smoothed some water over my face. The mirror reflected a 25 year old with long blonde hair that was slightly messed up from my headset, sleepy blue. I taught her how to pull back the foreskin without hurting me and then she gently wiped clean the exposed red cock head. By this time my cock had become almost fully erect.“Go ahead, smell it!” I told her. She brought her nose close and sniffed my cock head tentatively. Apparently, she liked the smell. She rested the tip of her nose on the cock head and took a deep breath. Her nose felt cold, as did the air flowing over my cock. At my further prompting, she planted small kisses and then gave a. He loves me, but I don’t think he could forgive me if he found out.”“We’ll have to make sure that he doesn’t find out then. You can keep a secret can’t you?”“I...I don’t know...I guess so.” I haltingly answered. In truth, I was a terrible liar and keeping a secret was not my strong suit, but my marriage depended on it, so I would do it.“Good...So, you want to cum then, right?”“Yes mistress.”“Sit down and spread your legs.” I gingerly sat down, wincing in pain and moaning. Emma walked. Captive to the thought that if he didn't do it twice like his mother did, then he was only half the whore that she was and he would never live with that! He moved slowly and began sucking. Like a flash another light of new realization set in and with it came the thought: If sucking Sig's cock made fifty bucks for his mother, didn't that mean that Brynn was prostituting his mouth? If so then it meant that he . . . he was a prostitute! He hadn't even realized it before. A prostitute. He.