Maybe they will call...There was a message on my machine the next day, leaving the number of Dr. Jenkins. It was a woman's voice, probably his student... assistant or something. Before I could get the jitters I called. ?Dr. Jenkins office, Dr. Jenkins speaking? a female voice said.Hi! This is Russell Callahan. I applied for your toilet slave, excuse me, human toilet position.?? (Shit! This isn't going well, I thought) Have you ever been a toilet slave, Mr. Callahan?Oh no! Not at all. Nothing like. “Hard enough to leave an impression and heighten your orgasm. Anything to give you special pleasure.”The music is moving to a crescendo and so am I as my man watches Lee bite my ass hard enough for me to groan, “Wow that hurts, but I like it.“You are a brilliant performer Lee, fucking brilliant,” I am almost screaming as he has me laying at forty-five degrees on the couch, lifting me with his hands under my ass as he teases and licks my cunt lips and clit with his tongue.I feel sure my man can. But Mom you said...” I tried to think of a delicate way to bring up what had gotten me so excited. “Were you fantasizing about me when you ... you know?”Mom let out one of her deep sighs while she tried to think how, or if to respond. Finally she said, “Listen Luke. It isn’t uncommon for parents to fantasize about their children. It is acting on those fantasies that is wrong. Yes I was thinking about you ... you and Donna to be truthful, but those are my fantasies.”“I ... I was thinking about. Benson started timing.Mr. Chuck’s dick felt wonderful in my throat. I was quickly falling in love with it and I wished I could breathe with it lodged there so that I could keep it snugly lodged in my esophagus for hours at a time, but that was impossible. I knew from science class that once something entered the throat it automatically closed the epiglottis and no air could pass into the lungs.“One minute has passed.” Mr. Benson announced.I was having no problem holding my breath. So I started.