I saw her name: ‘Dr. Rachelle Deckard.’Dr. Deckard opened the file in front of her, looked me up and down and slowly stood up and walked around th...e desk. Her long black hair fell onto her shoulders and the buttoned-up white doctor’s jacket accentuated her full tanned breasts. As she stood next to me, she leaned forward, her cleavage close to my face and whispered in my ear: “Runner.”Without question or second thought, I stood up and started disrobing. Not that I had many clothes to shed; my. I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath to let the cold air hitting my wet cock take away some of the urgency of my near orgasm. Tanya’s whimpering and the smell of her perfume weren't helping but I did get a little relief. She looked at her watch and said, “A little over two minutes so far, not even two more to go. You can do it, Matt.”I vowed that I wouldn’t look at my wife again until this was over and told her I would be okay a little longer. “You can’t move, not even a little bit or I. " I only barely heard that, my mind was clouded by the impossibility of the situation. The thought that she become my Slave seemed unimportant as to the magnitude of the image of mother spreading her legs for me.I barely recognized that David was again leading me away.Mother looked at me questioningly from across the table, "What is wrong honey?"Oh god! I have sat amongst guys that fucked their own mothers. I had two of my fingers inside of one of them. I just could not set my mom as such a. Nor was there a great need to understand it, if you knew it when you saw it.But some real questions popped into his head. Chief among them was how, in the name of God, was he going to make this work. She was 14 years old. He had no idea where her aunt and uncle were from- certainly not L.A. He had no idea where her other uncle lived, let alone if he would allow such a relationship- and from such long distance? That was, as the German’s say, sehr lächerlich.He remembered an old quote- that love.