He just smiled and told her good girls get treated right, bad girls get punished. Again she protestestes and threatened she would call out and scream....He reminded her that no one lives within a couple a miles of the house, so she could scream all she wanted. He instructed her to drink up."Now, my slut, would you like another drink before we begin our night of fun?", he asks. She told him, she didn't like being called a slut and that she was a good girl. He looked her up and down and told her. I tell her I understand and she can think it over while I go to the bathroom. She takes a long look at my now rock hard cock straining to get out of my briefs as I go to the bathroom. When I sit back down she says "ok I said I'd play the game lets play." She slides her panties off underneath the table so as to not give me a full view but I did see she doesn't shave her pussy-which is a huge turn on for me. She throws her panties at me as a joke and says there you go you won! I immediately. Sam went with the ambulance.It took forever to get to the hospital. First, Mom invited Mrs. Crowley in for a cup of tea. A cup of tea, for God's sake. While I put on the water, Mom packed a bag for herself, made a couple of calls to handle Jaz and let Dad know Wes was in the hospital and I had to get some sweatshirts for me and Sam. Then we had to drive Mrs. Crowley home and walk her to her door.I held onto Mom all the way to the hospital. It wouldn't have made any difference if we'd gotten. There was only a limited room around the sink, and we kept brushing up against one another. It was innocent, but when she turned, I could feel her rear rub against the lump in my pants. Nature designed us both that way – I felt tingles up my cock.She must have felt it too. She turned and looked me straight in the eyes. Fixed me with her stare. I couldn’t pull away.“You are married, but you find me very attractive I see.”I had to be honest now. “I’m sorry, but you are a gorgeous woman. My body.