His client, god bless his soul was going to help me. I spent coffee hour after the service winning him over. Ben was glaring at me the whole time. He ...even tried to bring up my wife, and I just played along that I needed the Lord's help. I left the service and didn't go home. I went to a hotel where I met his wife and we fucked the set of the afternoon.My phone blew up. Calls and texts from both him and my wife demanding to know where I was, to get over his house. I finally turned it off. He was. I wanted the erotic rush without the regret. I wanted the imagery without the reality. I wanted the experience without the consequences. "Get over here," he snapped, and this time she obeyed and started to walk over to him. He barked "crawl." I knew there was no way she would that. She wouldn’t be humiliated like that. So imagine how surprised I was when she dropped to her knees and slowly crawled slowly. She exaggerated each step with her ass upturned and twisting. She crawled right up. Just pipes and electrical wiring through the studs were evident. There was also a steel "I beam" down the center of the room with a steel column supporting it. It wasn't much, but it was mine and private. The privacy means a lot to a teenager, so I didn't mind.I had a double bed in the middle of my room that I could sprawl on to masturbate, or entertain my friends. Mom was my alarm clock on school mornings or when I had to get up before ten AM. She would make two to four trips to my room in an. In reality, I only had to work about 2 hours a day to meet my quotas. Video calls were pretty rare, so I usually spent the rest of my workday gaming or surfing the web.After a couple of hours of work, I finished my daily quotas and decided to lie down for a nap. When I woke up, I logged back on to the forum and looked back at the exercise bike story to see if the author had updated. To my surprise, the post was gone. I dug deeper and realized the author was no longer a member either. There was.