It was clear right away that the more I fed his obsession the deeper he fell. I felt so bad. I couldn't provide him with the same emotional and spiritual support that I do for you. I didn't know any better. Instead I helped him the only way I knew how, I had him stroke daily, cumming on my panties and cleaning them with his mouth. He became like an addict, kneeling and begging, shaking when he went too long with out jerking his meat.