Even when I showered myself and took the time to savour and tease my body, it had never felt this damn good. I groaned loudly, trying to push back aga...inst the warm, soapy sponge, but Mr P would draw it away from me, deliberately teasing me, making me whimper and nearly beg him for more. I heard Mr P shift behind me, standing slowly as he continued to stroke my throbbing sex. I felt his warm breath on my ear seconds before I heard his soft moan as the sponge was drawn away, to be instantly. . when it came to him: "I'm going to use this money to make two people happy: a hooker, and me!" he thought. This way, the bitch would indirectly have given money to a prostitute, and the sexual service would be his reward for allowing the transaction. "I guess this makes me a Robin Hoe Hero", he thought, laughing at his own pun. So he did just that: he called a local hooker and got a blowjob in an underground parking, had a friend take a picture of the event and posted it, along with its. A few moths had began to circle. I peeked my head in just as she released her bladder. She looked at me with surprise. More at my erection than at my eyes. "Good morning" I said. She replied the same, likely out of reflexive politeness, as she had a clearly annoyed look in her face. But it was done, I just kept my eyes on hers as her stream trickled to drops. "I figured since we already know each other intimately, we can dispense with another formality. Close the curtain just for numero dos,. . get you wearing something a little... sexier. I wonder how you would look in a skirt and heels..." Mom!"Her positive reinforcement fueled his burning desire for more; to look the way she looked, feel what she felt, be what she was.He had long since explored the deepest recesses of her walk-in closet, dresser, vanity table and nightstand. He had found her special things and familiarized himself with all of it. On the evenings his parents went out, Alex had indulged his fantasies and dressed up.