We were old friends, in a sense, between the e-mails and chatroom meetings that we had entered over the years, even though this was the first face-to-...face. It was a quarter to six, the store set to close, so I sat in a chair watching the last customer get checked out and head out the door. “You ready?” “Let me grab my coat.” you replied. Locking the door, we headed down the street to an eatery you frequented. “How was your flight?” she said, as we ducked into the darkened interior. . In excitement I forgot to close the door and took out my 8 inch long dick and started masturbating.Suddenly she entered my house again and when came into the living room she caught me red handed. I was lying on the sofa with my dick in my hand and video playing , suddenly she shouted om!! (everyone use to call me om it was my nick name) what are you doing . I saw her and was in a shock there was 3 sec silence in the house and suddenly the girl in video screamed ohh yeahhh fuck me, fuck me, fuck. “You taste different, mom!” without stopping his pleasure work, he made that shocking confession. So, he had licked mom in real life, it seemed. He had an incestuous relation with his own mom. I panicked at first, but immediately realized that I was having the same incestuous relation with my own brother. And it felt good. While he was continuing his flicking and sucking, I pressed his head deeper onto my triangle. In order not to blow my cover, I had to think of something. “Women taste. ?Slut you are in the first part of your training. You will have your senses denied until I see fit. You will not hear, see, or taste anything. You will not know if you are right side up, upside down, vertical or horizontal. This is the last voice you will hear until I decide to talk to you again.? With that, silence. I started to think as to how I got to this point. Where did I miss the warning signs that all was not what it seemed. I thought these people cared about me. They just wanted to use.