She grinned at me and said, "You want me to touch it, don't you?"I said, "Yeah. Go ahead!"Mom kept teasing me and my cock started getting larger. She ...said, "Would you like me to grab it and jack you off?"I said, "Sure!"She smiled and said, "He's getting bigger. I love watching your cock get hard. It's so big and beautiful! Sometimes I think about sucking on it. I really do. I bet you wish, I'd suck on it, don't you?"I said, "Yes I do, Come on mom. Suck on it or do something. At least touch. -"Is my sexy friend ready?" Susan called out as she walked through the front door.I skipped across the floor and hugged her. "Only if your pussy is sopping wet." That it is baby."She pulled me by the hand into the bedroom. Her dress was off in a blink with nothing under it. She flopped on the bed. "What's keeping you?" Just watching someone looking like a horny teenager." You light my fire honey." Susan spread her legs so wide I thought they might break off at the hip. "Just eat me," she begged. When we arrived, I discovered that I was expected to buy a whole new wardrobe, befitting a mega-rich playboy. Winnie LOVED that idea, and we shopped for hours, and hours, and hours, and hours. Winnie only relented when I informed her that Mr. Johnson was threatening to go into early retirement from all the trying on of strange clothing.We spent over one hundred and fifty thousand dollars on clothes, jewelry, and accessories.Women LIVE for accessorizing. I learned this how? By being forced to. .?Come lunch, I seriously hoped Jack wasn’t on serving duty. Thankfully he wasn’t, he was busy cooking up the dessert when I looked into the kitchen. I left the thoughts in the back of my mind as I sat alone in the hall. It didn’t trouble me at all, right up until I noticed my napkin. On it was written in scruffy biro:“God, you’re so fit. I enjoyed this morning so much I had to jerk off before I started working. Hopefully you could come down at 10. I’m working late, and no-one else will be.