The dance studio landlord, Ramappa, came to our house to collect rent. My mom requested a few more days as we had also defaulted on loan payments.Rama...apa reluctantly agreed to a 1-week extension as we wanted to keep the studio for when the pandemic ended. We’re long-time clients.Now, if you all remember, lockdown started on March 24th. I had got a job offer from an IT company by then. But we still required money urgently, and my mom knew this. She asked me if I could freelance and earn some. Lifting her off me and turning her to her back. Opening her smooth legs, I bury my face into her wet well-fucked pussy, tasting our combined fluids my tongue sliding easily around her hard clit. I open her labia and lap at her pink folds. Rita’s hands are in my hair pressing my tongue deeper inside her. Pulling back, I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue making small patterns around and over it as I slide two then three fingers inside her. I feel her body tense, knowing she is about to. He can’t stand punishing me. I beg for it all the time but he only gives in a couple of times a year. I need it a lot more often than that…like every day. I had to promise to never ask him again if he would do it in front of you. He couldn’t wait to get it over with. That’s why he rushed through it like that.”She let that sink in and then she asked, “Will you punish me please. I can’t get off without it. I’ve tried! Masturbating just doesn’t do it for me. I blame my father for that.”I asked,. I could tell she was getting close when I stopped and stood up.“I think I’ll have a shower since you’ve had your bath already.”She moaned in frustration and pulled at her restraints as I headed back into the bathroom. I stopped filling the soaking tub and stepped into the large marble shower to quickly clean off. I came back to the bedroom with a towel around my waist and admired my struggling vixen for a few minutes. I moved closer and kneeled on one side of the bed.“I think I could use a.