As she handed me my credit chip back she said."I'm surprised. When you first walked in here, I didn't picture you as one of those cold-blooded killers..." What the hell do you mean, 'cold-blooded killer'? Yesterday, I brought in seven men. Only one of them was even bleeding, and that was just a flesh wound. Five of them were listed as wanted 'dead or alive'! If I can, I prefer to bring them in alive. The so-called peacekeepers ripped me off of my first reward for the first man, because I had not. I went on sliding in and out of her in slow motion for a long time, maybe longer than ten minutes I think. Time didn’t really exist for me anyway. I couldn’t keep on with this slow pace of massaging the inside of my mother with my dick without feeing more pressure build up in my balls and despite how good it felt just being inside her I had to quicken the pace until I was once again all out fucking her. But I was fucking her gently, with efficiency of movement so as not to awaken her. . I gave him a playlist to play and told him the bands that I liked to dance to. The songs I picked out were Girls, Girls, Girls, You Shook Me All Night Long, and Pour Some Sugar On Me. The DJ told me he knew what to play after those songs if I still needed more music.I was nervous as hell, I never thought of myself as a good dancer, and here I was about to dance to, strip for and tease 25 drinking, horny men. Well, the dancing part had me nervous, the flirting part would be easy, and it. Mom said I better behave as a good little girl or else. Girls listen to their mother and don't fight with their younger brothers she told me. Imagine referring to me as a girl. I even hate the sound of that word. Mom also was starting to convince Mike that I liked wearing dresses. She was always saying little things like that and he actually is starting to believe her. I wanted to scream out that she was lying but I knew I would be in big trouble if I did that. Those pictures would be the ruin.