“Extortion,” I said simply.“Extortion?” Conny repeated in the form of a question. “Like ... blackmail?”“Yeah,” I said. The gazes in th... room shifted to Liz.“Travis?” Susan said through the line in her warning voice.“This is about hearing all the options before we make a decision,” Glen said. “If he has something up his sleeve, I’m willing to listen.”Glen Carter had the least to lose of anybody in the room. He didn’t record music any more. He didn’t go on tour. He made his pile of money and. ” She nodded her head and smiling, I laid down and took off my boxers. She immediately put her hand on my cock, taking hold of it. She was obviously becoming more and more excited being able to see and feel my cock, and as she smiled at me, she made faint sounds as she tried to rub it up and down. I still wanted to feel her pussy and in this position, it wasn’t easy but as I leaned forward I continued to try to move my hand down to feel her. Eventually, I was able to place my hand on her. I cleaned myself up, still listening to her and went to bed.The next morning she was, well... different.She was kissing me all over, in a super good mood, giving me hugs, smiling all the time and telling me how gorgeous I've become and throwing lines like "I bet every girl wants a piece of you" and whatnot.It was shocking to see my Mother give me all that attention, at the time I even forgot the mutual masturbation that happened the night before.When night came, the same events replayed. I walked up to the large hotel with its flash entrance and enormous foyer. The receptionist greeted me in silence as I strolled past, my rubber soles squeaking along the marble floor and a wary security guard monitoring my presence with grim suspicion. Once the elevator had taken me to the right floor my craning heart began to [beat] – somewhat in the manner of an iridescent seaside toilet. The hotel corridors were long, silent and stared far into the distance with doors and lights which.