“Does that feel good?” Scott asked gently. Becky didn’t know how to answer. Afraid to upset him, she just nodded and kept her eyes closed. “Yo...u are not going to make him think you’re a wussy, little girl,” she told herself. “Just go along with it!”Next thing she knew, Becky’s other breast was wrapped in Scott’s left hand, so that both his hands were furiously grasping and pressing on her chest. Becky decided she had to take a chance.“Do you, uhh, like this?” she asked.“O yea,” Scott answered,. “But be careful, Steve. Scuderi is very dangerous!”“So am I,” I said flatly.“And that scares me.”We said ‘goodbye’ and I hung up. Despite how firm I was with Joyce, I was concerned about the situation, but there really wasn’t an alternative. Unless and until Connie and Anthony gave up, the pressure would be there, and I’d have to push back equally hard, if not harder. There was a risk, but I felt the risk would be worse if I did nothing.The only question in my mind was whether or not I should. "Mom, that felt amazing. The stuff is wonderful, and it feels so much better when someone else is doing it."She looked at me, still rubbing the head of my dick with her thumb. "Do you do this every day, Sweetie?" Yeah, usually in the shower."She looked away and was silent for a moment. "I could do this for you every morning, Rick... if you want." You're k**ding," I said. "You'd really do that for me? Why?"She looked back at me. "Yes, Sweetie. Because you need it, and because I love you, and. One day she came to work and as they were working, She smelled a musky odor coming from her direction. At first she thought she was imagining things then she smelled it again! it got stronger the closer she got to her and it smelled like a combination of urine and vagina As if she she went to the bathroom with out washing her hands and was pleasuring herself with both hands and then just got dressed and came to work afterwords . But what she didn't know that was that although she though it.