"Have you been drinking?" He stated. "Are you nuts?" I yelled. "No, I haven't been drinking!" "Ma'am, you need to calm down or I will have to take you...in." He spoke slowly with emphasis on the ma'am. "Take me in? I haven't done anything. You have lost your god damned mind. Your a fucking asshole." As the words poured out of my mouth, from some faraway place in my mind, I knew I was not being wise. I don't know where all that anger came from. I just couldn't control my mouth. "Ma'am, I am. Suzanne is looking at me with a questioned face. I motion that I will tell her in a bit and walked off to the office to finish chatting with John.I fingered my clit as I talked with him. As he was telling me about Mr Thomas remembering how he had been a part of the orgy in the sex shop. He said he remembers fucking with Debbie and having been fucked in his ass by some younger man. He said it was the greasted thing ever. Mr Thomas told John, that he's very lucky to have such a beautiful. She was moaning a bit due to the pressure as her pain was relieved. Her shorts, however, were a hindrance. I could not go beyond half of her thighs. So I moved upwards towards her lower back. She asked me if I can some more time on her thighs. I told her that her shorts won’t allow me to massage and if she can wear something else.She got up and started removing her shorts. She had worn a brief styled panty and hence she was okay to remove it in front of me. It was a blue colour brief. She was. If she asked, I'd tell her. I neverkept anything from my mother. It wouldn't matter. She'd only find out inthe end anyway.I went to her bedroom, and found her sitting on her bed, reading amagazine. "Mother, I'm so sorry to bother you so late in the evening,but I must speak to you. I just heard a terrible rumor that Aunt Clarehad been brainwashed and forced into prostitution back when she was inthe military. Is that true?" Who told you that?" I'd rather not say, mom. It was told to me in.