You will go home, explain to your wife that you are being fired, pack up and leave, We will buy the Train tickets. Your house and car will be re-alloc...ted to a more worthy employee. You have two days to put your affairs in order and leave."Michaels increasingly heated protests fell on deaf ears as Emmet raised himself out of his chair, stretched to his full height, and not so gently led Michael through the door, closing it behind him."Well", I said quietly "If that doesn't get you into Laura's. I wanted to close my door and collapse to the bed to relieve my tension, but I had to do one more thing. I crept out of the room and silently clasped my ear to the bathroom door. I heard what I had hoped for: my son's heavy breathing, rhymically waxing and waning. He was masturbating--masturbating for me! The thrill was beyond description. I returned to my room, closed the door, and was soon doing my own version of what he was doing, finding release and peace in the action.It was some time. At one point as we were parked up before going into his house the car radio was playing that old cheesy song ‘Jeans On’. To make Speedy laugh I changed the lyrics from Jeans to Tights and sang over it as I looked at him. As the song faded out he turned off the radio while I was still smiling and singing ‘I put my tights on, I put my tights on…’ We looked at each other and he took my head in his hands and we kissed. Oh my god! We kissed. Kissing a man, a real man, in his car, feeling his mouth. The butt plug was bigger than my wrist. I knew I would need to at least stroke myself with four fingers to accommodate this huge rod. Up to this point, my ass hole was virgin territory. How could I find pleasure while enduring pain and humiliation? Seeing the leering, ogling men had an amazingly erotic effect on me and I began pumping my fingers in and out of my ass with a frenzied yet alluring quality. They continued to smile and fondle their concealed growing cocks as I became wetter and.