I see someone walking this way looking at an epad as if following directions. As he approaches, I can’t believe who I see. He eventually walks up, a...d stands in the center of our glass, but back far enough to see all of us. I look down trying not to make eye contact with the Director of Finance where I worked. He is the person I directly reported to, and led the morning meeting at 9 AM. Now and then he and I would have lunch when we needed to go over things unofficially. He is married and has 3. I'd been hard as hell then too, just sitting there looking at her. And now remembered, I had jerked off thinking about her that night as well. Maybe I had done that a bit more frequently than I was even willing to admit to myself. Either way, I was laying there in bed now, admiring my mother's beautiful bare breasts, dark brown areolas, swollen and crinkly hard now, nipples fat and extended, just begging to be sucked on. Which is when I then felt the touch of her hand on me again as it slipped. I just couldnt never get her to admit that to me.I had not ever thought of her with another guy until one weekend we were visiting her sister and i was sitting on the porch while jil and her sister were inside talking i guess they didnt realize i was on the porch because they started talking bout sexher sister was telling her how often her and her boyfriend were haveing sex and how big he was,when she asked jill about usshe kinda got quite and said it was ok her sister said just ok and jill. Ask properly, slut”. Daisy spoke as quietly as she possibly could, “Master?” He responded, “Yes, my slut?” Daisy asked her embarrassing question as quietly as possible, “Master, may I please use the bathroom?” The man spoke authoritatively, “You can do better, slut. You may not use first person. You must refer to yourself as, ‘this’, ‘this slut’, ‘this whore’, and ‘this cunt’ are all acceptable ways for you to refer to yourself.” Daisy whispered, “Master, may this slut please use the.