I could literally see the pain and tiredness on her face and hear it in her voice. Abby paused for a long moment. And then, she took a deep breath and...let it out. She took another deep breath, and then she spoke.“Here is what I want. This isn’t a negotiation. This isn’t up for discussion. At any point, you want to stop you can leave, both of you, and don’t come back. But if you stay, then you need to make this right for me. I want to feel what John was feeling. That look on his face, I want. Yesterday I saw a woman of roughly the same build, maybe smaller in the chest and with mousy brown hair and grey eyes. I finally stammered out, "Who are you, and what have you done to Ms Howard?"She stepped in front of me and said, "I am Sheila Howard, what you saw yesterday was my flight attendant persona. I wear a mousy brown wig and gray contacts. I wear a binding breast bra that hides much of my chest. I got tired of all the come-ons and pinches, and decided to do something about it. We. I had no idea at the time that, even though she was enjoying my sexual performance and praising the value of my confidence, she was using me for her own purposes that would be clear before the year was out.Had I not been sexually involved with the sisters I would still have valued my job, it paid me better than mowing lawns and delivering newspapers and fit into my school schedule better. It even allowed me to be on the track team. At the same time, I was the luckiest fifteen-year-old male in. " Tony moaned. "Can't fucking take it, Mom. I'm gonna suck your sweet fucking little cunt!"He sprawled between her thighs, holding her on her back on the cool linoleum floor. Angela shuddered as he roughly parted her thighs, exposing the sopping slit of her pussy. With a hungry moan, Tony glued his mouth to her juice-seeping cunt."Oh Tony, no!" But she held the back of his head, holding his face to her pussy mound. "What's gotten into you this morning? Oh, Tony... unngghhh..."Tony started.