. you rape the old bitch, use your charm on her okay... I don't fucking care!" He chuckled at his own malicious joke. "Then you bang the old broad. Do...'t worry, I have a feeling that it will not be a difficult task. Rhonda will be home right at midnight - and will call me if you have been successful."There was so many questions but I only managed a single one, "Why?"Gord took a long breath and spoke carefully and slowly, as if I was a child, "When I tell you to do something - you do it. No. "There you go," I said and started to leave."Stay Baby," Mother said. "Talk to Momma." Okay," I hopped on the counter. "What do you want to talk about?" How about that boudoir picture of me in your bedroom?" she glared at me.Surprised I stammered, "Dad gave me that photo last week. He..." Your father gave you that photo....why?" now it was her turn to be surprised. "Don't you think it's a tad improper for a son to have such a risqué photo of his mother?" Mom you were a lingerie model before I. InterrogationAs the silence continued, the patrol car's engine coughed into life, and began to purr.A flash of panic registered somewhere in my brain. "Where's your partner going?" I asked, mouth suddenly dry.The cop car slowly began to edge out toward the main lane, the orange signal light starting to flash. "Well," the remaining cop said, reaching to his belt to rest his hand on the handle of his nightstick, "he thinks that I have a passionate hatred of queers."The sudden spasm of panic was. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. I opened the door to three lovely mature ladies, well dressed and reeking of class. They smiled when they saw my state of undress. I introduced myself to Steff, Emma and Ellie. About ten minutes later Justy and Molly showed up. Molly was a lot younger than the rest of the group, with long red hair and big green eyes, but she carried herself and exhumed dominance and power. When she followed Justy into the main room she reached down and tickled my balls for.