"Quiet!" I whispered. I pinched her nipple to enforce my order. Andy squeaked in pain but I had her mouth well covered. She struggled some more and I ...inched the same nipple. There was another muffled squeak of pain but this time Andy stopped struggling. Blackbeard walked by less than a minute later. He was so close I was able to see his face. He didn't appear to be upset. He had taken a chance and lost. He still had Snow White to throw a leg over tonight. Good man! He wouldn't miss Andy at. I want to look like that as well." How will you explain your sudden change to your husband?" I'll think of a way to explain it; I want to look more glamorous. Please could you help me?"Mary stared at me for a few minutes. She then looked down at a book on the desk. "Are you working this Thursday?" No. I am not." Be here at ten, and I will help you out the best I can."I felt a sense of relief, knowing I would have someone help me out, and was excited to hear what her ideas would be. I left. He also confided that he’s quite sensitive and has an attraction to motherly and nurturing women, and that him calling me ‘mommy’ was purely sexual, which I figured.His idea of a mommy was a soft, submissive woman who cared for and nurtured him emotionally and sexually. And you know what? I absolutely loved it. It made me feel really feminine to be on my knees looking up at him with his large, needy cock in my mouth; his hands running through my hair and his moans as he ejaculated in my mouth. She would pull them out just a little then take the palm of her hand and slam them back in. I laid there crying begging her to stop but the more I begged the harder he shoved them in me. this went on for about 15 minutes, I felt like such a slut and she knew it. The final shove was the deepest and hardest. Then she stood up and laughed then left without a word. A few minutes later Brent messaged me.“enjoy your fucking?” he asked“no! im still crying, did you tell her to do that?” I told him“nope.