"Now, I don't know how much you know about sex, or even had any. So what do you know? And I'll go from there." Um," I began, wondering just how much ... could tell her. "Uh, I do know how they do it and make babies and all that." Okay. Guess I won't get into all that and bore you then, as you've learned that from somewhere else." Smiled mom, seemingly relieved. "Now, have you had any sex?"I really didn't know how to handle that question, as my penis quickly went down in its sticky precum. I avoided a direct eye contact with him, giving him maximum un-interrupted opportunity to watch and enjoy what a hot woman has between her legs. It was 10 P.M. when he wanted to have rest. I took him in the guest room but when I switched on the air conditioner it didn’t work; (only I knew why as I had already pulled the fuse out of its bracket). I told him that he could sleep with me as he was just like my son and he conceded happily. I told him to change in to his shorts and shirt and at the. ‘Welcome Miss Shoufler. I’m Vince McMahon. I’ll be your escort for the evening.’ ‘It’s an honor to meet you Sir. Thank you so much for your generosity.’ ‘No need to thank me. I want to make sure all of the fans of my company are taken care of properly. Are you having a nice time?’ ‘Very nice Sir.’ ‘Excellent. Well, shall we find our seats?’ Vince McMahon offered his arm and escorted Jacki to the VIP box. In a moment, the first match started. All the matches were wonderful. Vladimir Koslov. I left again. Demeaning, that's what it was, demeaning and degrading. I'd get my own back one-day. I sat at my desk in the outer office. I had a stack of typing and filing to do, without making the flight and hotel reservations for him the following week in Las Vegas . I dreamed a little, it must be lovely to just float off from England in a cold January to a love warm exciting place like Vegas. Mentally shrugging my shoulders I got down to some work. Shortly afterward the.