"With some of the money, me and another classmate started one of those mid-90s dot-coms and made a killing on our IPO," I continued. "We wrote a coupl... of database programs and were living it up for about three years. I sold my half of the company at just the right time; it folded when the market bottomed out, but I did pretty well. I decided to use some of the money to help other people."Still unable to speak, Melanie continued to stare at me dumbfounded."Now, I run a foundation that gives. “Jason….Could you help me?”Jason stood rooted to the spot. His mind was screaming yes, I’ll help you, I’ll bury my face in those spectacular mounds and drink them dry. All he could manage, however, was a weak nod.His mother turned and walked back to her bedroom, with Jason following as if in a trance. Neither of them spoke, as if words would somehow bring reality crashing back.She lay down on the bed and motioned for Jason to lie down next to her. She looked away, as if she was ashamed to look. You can’t get involved with a client, but you get so much sexual energy built up, and without anyone, nothing but your hand, it gets so damn lonely. And few men are willing to…be the man in your life if you’re a pro.” She looked closely into my eyes. “Promise me now, you don’t mind and you’ll stay by me.”I looked back and said, “I swear.”She watched my eyes for a minute and nodded, “Good. You won’t regret it. Remember, this part of my life is separate from you. From my emotions. From my sexual. I swear the guy can just fuck with his only his mouth. It’s such a turn-on. Soft, gentle, tongue always dancing around, and no wetness, just a soft kiss. He lets his jacket fall to the floor and I unbutton his shirt and pull it out. I slide my hands over his shoulders and down his back. My breath quickens as I touch his skin- soft, with wiry muscles underneath. He just come from work, he smells like an office. I wonder what I smell like to him when he breaks the kiss, licks his lips to taste me.