We no longer eat at fast food places anymore. Every time we would order french fries she would insert a few into her soggy microwave.I'm sure all this...is very humiliating for her. She does these things not because she wants to, but because she needs to. She can't help it. It's a craving that needs to be fulfilled. She's even gone as far as to ask us to help satisfy her.As I said, I love my mother very much, but there is no way I'm ever going to help with something like that. Sometimes when no. I hit harder and she screams, jumping and trying to get away. When she tries to stand up, I drop the belt and grab her hair, slamming her back into place. Then I start spanking her ass and thighs with my bare hand. I move between the left and right side, leaving no inch of skin untouched. Her screams of rage and indignation begin to give way to sobs of pain.When she's got a good cry going, I stop spanking her and look at the damage. Her ass and thighs are bright pink, nearing that lovely red. .. overwhelming. You’re overwhelming,” he added, gesturing to her massive frame. She took it as a compliment, grinning back at him.“Yeah, I got pretty big, huh? It’s weird for me, too. I remember always having to look up at you, you were so much taller than me when we were kids. I used to like how that made me feel,” she added with a smile, gazing into the distance as her nostalgia overwhelmed her for a moment. “Looks like the tables have turned.”“So, tell me what Borealis was like,” Jamie. ” Bill sat up and swung the engine while grinning.“Hold on a minute now, I’m waiting on someone.”“Another sale? I thought you were done for the night?”“I’m done here, but there’s a guy in the club I chatted up and convinced to take an ounce off my hands.”“I don’t get it.”“He’s coming with us and I’m giving it to him at home.”“I bet you will,” Bill snickered.“Typical…” Frankie walked to the passenger side of the jeep.“Am I wrong?”“No.”“Then what’s the problem?”“Whatever. Look, there he comes.