What would Victoria do if she saw what I wrote? Would she simply ignore it, or would she be offended and end up kicking me off of the chat altogether... But yet, at the same time, I fantasized about her knowing what I was doing. Finally I made up my mind to just hit the button and send my question to her.As I waited to see her reaction, my heart began to beat harder and harder. I focused on her eyes as she scanned to the side of the screen reading the different comments from her fans. . The thing is with things like this is that they get to a point where the only place for it to go is to meet, we both knew this and one day there was the perfect situation. I was about half an hour away from her and had a meeting cancel so I had some time to kill. She was feeling horny and after weeks of watching my cock getting harder for her, she said that she really wanted to have it in her mouth... How could I refuse?To my surprise she invited me to her house. We were both taking risks as we. Sitting once again, her hand going between her legs to begin stroking her needy flesh, Emma wondered how her elegant and beautiful daughter had got her sadistic streak, sobbing with delight as Matthew yelled in his pain, his body tossing in the bonds, his young cock sticking up in the air, just begging to be covered by a mouth or cunt."Jesus, Emma!" James gasped, tearing his eyes from his children to watch his wife stuff three fingers into her cunt, her thumb rising to flick her stubby clitoris. Sitting at my computer in work was quite interesting, as if I had ants in my pants. I squirmed quite a bit, just to feel the pressure move around. I must have looked a bit comical, but didn't care and was I horny all week. I'm sure it noticed, but my colleagues were either, too polite to say anything or just embarrassed. It didn't matter to me, but Friday, I was like a cat on heat, knowing that tomorrow would be the day. No one remarked on my twitchy condition, I wouldn't have been able to tell.