‘But he’s not the guy who helped me with the bank jobs, nor told me to do the ones this past week. And before you ask, I don’t know for sure who... my boss is. He’s known as the Shadow Manto us, and possibly other names to others. He tries to keep the left hand from knowing what the right hand is doing, to quote a Biblical phrase.’ That struck me, and set more gears in motion in my head. I realized that I had just heard something very, very important. But I continued with my line of questioning as. " that's ok mom, I understand...actually I was masturbating too before you came in so no harm no foul." said Mark trying to stop his mom from feeling bad or akward.But Laura didn't respond...She held her self rigid with her pussy and ass hovering abover her son's bruised face below her."Mark...you are not allowed to masturbate, I thought we discussed this regarding the computer...and you are telling me that you were doing this in my room? What were you doing in my room, or in my bathroom. ”“I’ll get some money out,” I said.“I’ll pay,” said Zena, “You can write me a cheque after. Any limit?”“I’ve got savings, get her what she needs and some luxury stuff as well.”“And I’ll get you a Christmas present for her,” said Harriet. “Oh, you are bringing her to the office ‘do’ on Wednesday, aren’t you?”There was only one answer to that, and I duly gave it and earned a smile. I promptly forgot about it, there was so much else happening.Christmas I hadn’t forgotten; I had bought presents. Our buddies started teasing us as if we are couples. With that constant teasing by our colleagues, I started liking her more and I felt the same vibes from another side as well. We started meeting after office hours, late night random chit chat etc. The more I talked, the more I fall for her. Out of our office group, one guy was getting married. That was the first marriage in our group, so all of us were excited. We all planned that who will be wearing what and who’ll bring the booze.Then,.