“But Mo-om!”“I’m sorry honey, but...”She trailed off, and I looked up from my feet to see what was wrong. There was a look of real worry in ...er eyes, and a slightly desperate tone when she continued.“I don’t want to lose him,” she said, and a single tear slowly made its way down her right cheek.Really? I thought to myself. Him? I didn’t say that, of course. I love my Mom, and if this was important to her, I’d do whatever I could.We stood in silence for a few seconds, and then finally I. I kept my hand on his chest and stomach. “Mm-hm,” I said approvingly. He chuckled a little with his mouth full of my tongue. I got careless. I didn’t realize my hand was slipping lower and lower until…He jumped a little. He didn’t expect my hand right between his legs. And I didn’t expect such a bulging prick, stiff as a board, raging like a bull ready to burst out of its cage!“Keep going, keep going,” he begged.I shook my head. He nodded. He put his hand on top of mine to hold it there. He. After a few days of listening to every ones stories and experiences as well as some looking around and some minor hacking when needed here and there, he discovered that something very powerful and very controlling had almost taken over the entire net. The realization that something like this could have happened and the possibility that it could just as easily happen again made Greg believe that programs like his were needed more than ever, however some new alterations needed to be added to his. His ex-wife had done that when he introduced her to BDSM. He wanted a different outcome for Karen.“Yes, I have a better idea,” Robert dropped a thousand dollars in hundreds on the table. This was far more than his previous donations, and the most anyone had ever paid for a session with Betty and Karen.He told Karen to take Piggy’s leash and follow him into the bedroom.“Strip,” he said firmly once Karen closed the door behind him.“I don’t get naked for these sessions, Master Robert” Karen was.