If it comes down to it, it would be that much harder to deport her,” George said, “of course, we’d have to throw you to the wolves, but she’d ...e OK.”“NO!” Cal almost screamed, “I’d go back before that.”I took her hand and squeezed it.“It’s all right Cal, I’m with you until we beat this,” I said, “anywhere one of us goes the other does, and you’re not going anywhere.”“I am,” she replied, softly, “I’m going anywhere you go.”We talked for another half hour about how we were going to handle the PR. I raise my hand and try to catch her eye. Without looking up, she calls out in a shrill voice "I've already got your order, honey." This makes no sense to me, but something in her tone tells me she's none too fond of me, and I decide that discretion is the better part of valour. No-one likes spit in their food.Rat-face kneels on his seat and bends over, cupping his hand to whisper in Sundress's ear. She listens, then throws back her head and laughs; her hair is drying out and falls in gentle. “Afraid of what? Punishment?” She felt her nipples harden at the idea of him punishing her. She forced herself to speak and remain with decent thoughts. “I was, but I accept my consequences.” “Do you?” he challenged. She nodded. “I do.” “Then get up and bend over the arm of the couch.” “What?!” she asked, shocked at the turn of events. “Bend over the arm of the couch,” he repeated. “Facing toward the couch please.” Though she was still unsure, she did as he asked. He stood up off the couch and. I have touched you, so I don’t see why you can’t touch me. Do you want to masturbate me? Do you want to learn how to do it properly for a woman?”“Yes, Mom. I do.” I slid my hand lower and cupped my mother’s pussy.Mom started to gently push against my hand as she whispered in my ear, “Did you know some men like to kiss a woman down there.”I took that as a thinly veiled hint of where my mother wanted to take our relationship, “I know, Mom, I have seen them do it in the films. I will kiss you down.