’ ‘I guess you’ll have to wait till tomorrow.’ ‘You’re horrid.’ I grinned at the cell phone. This is gonna be rich. On Friday, I show up... 10 minutes late. Like me, everyone is a little fascinated, a little horrified. We spent most of the time talking about who might want to become a bimbo. ‘The chick on the phone said that their students fuck the guys at the Stud Farm and get a job as a centerfold or a porn star.’ ‘Who would want to be a porn star? Centerfold? Maybe. But not a porn star.’ Did. I know you’ll do really great.”“Thank you, I love you too,” she smiled, her hand cupping his cheek and returning his kiss. She gathered her hair in her hands and placed it in a high ponytail. Her arms pressed back caused her breasts to push against her white top. Brad put his arm around her again, her long ponytail resting on his arm.Finally at 4 pm, “Contestant 12,269, you’re on deck.” was announced.Abby was directed along a hallway and the others followed. A boy walked towards them visibly. Ah... ah... oh... mmm..." Mom whined in her lustful state while her hips pushed at my thumb as her hand hesitantly fumbled with my trousers until my stiff cock was wrapped in her fingers.Mom's hand stayed motionless. She must have been still indecisive, and I softly expressed, "It's okay, Mom. I want you to. Let me feel what's it like to have you jerking me off." Oh, Caiden..." she sighed as her hand slowly motioned over my cock.Fuck, her fingers felt fantastic as they slid up and down my shaft. The office reflected that dedication to quality. Solid wood furniture, leather chairs, brass lamps, and fine wood bookcases occupied the room. He asked, “Whose work? Yours or mine?”“A little of both,” Vincent answered cryptically.“Okay,” Mike said not quite sure what to make of that answer.The older man took a seat behind his desk and looked at Mike long and hard. He cleared his throat before he said, “An FBI agent came to my office this morning and asked about you.”“I’m not surprised. They are.