I asked, “Are you going to tell your mother? If want me to slap your wet cunt again you better answer correctly?” She begged, “Please”. I cupp...d my hand over her engorged pussy. She responded by twerking her ass against my hand. I said answer my question and she replied, “I won’t tell, I promise please.” I asked her another question, “Do you shave that bald fuck hole for your boyfriend?” She answered, “No, I shave myself bald for you!” This caught me off guard. I pulled my hand off her and. ”“I wouldn’t be like your father.”“He was just like you at one point. It was having unchecked power that turned him into the monster he is today.”Julie was starting to get upset.“But I’m not like that.”“But you’re asking— no, you are demanding — that I give you that kind of power. If I did that to you with the character that you are showing at this moment, then I might very well be responsible for turning you into someone just like him.”“Mom, tell him I wouldn’t be like that.”“Julie, I’ve only. Instead, I scrubbed what was left of the makeup off my face and put on a pair of my thickest cotton panties and one of my long sleeper shirts. Hesitantly, I walked out into the living room and joined my husband on the couch. Wordlessly, he handed me a glass that contained three fingers of Jack Daniels.“How are you feeling?” he asked.“Oh, you know ... it’s just the same old Friday night, right?”We both let out a little laugh, which helped ease some of the tension I was feeling. I often used. The hotel had given her directions to her destination but being from a small town, this was all new to her. RuthAnn was there until Friday attending a sales seminar that was guaranteed to help her get her retail venture off the ground. This was her first extended time alone. The kids were out of the house and her husband was busy with work. Now at age forty-five, she was exploring Chicago alone. Really out of her comfort zone, she had dressed carefully that day. Dress slacks, a nice blouse. It.