But look on the bright side. You’re now working for the good guys.”“I hope that’s true. I’m just so tired. Every time they call me, it’s l...ke something inside me dies a little more.”I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder.“I know. For a little while, you’re going to have to keep taking orders from them. I want you to keep in their good graces, but give us a heads up when they give you orders. Hopefully, we can put an end to all this.”“I hope so,” he said, looking concerned.I stood up and. The door was opened, a few seconds after they'd rung the bell, by a woman in a dressy t-shirt and sweatpants, her short red/orange hair bulled back by a black headband. They didn't know precisely how old their friend's mother was ... early 40's, no more."Girls! How funny, I was just thinking about you two. Jen isn't here right now." That's okay, Mrs. Gould," Angela said. "We're here to talk to you."Mrs. Gould frowned slightly, "Sounds serious. Maybe you both should come in."Paula and Angela. But he sat, looking at her, and he began to drool.She loved that as she reached her fingers to her panty-covered crotch, rubbing softly on the outside. She loved stimulating him, and being in control. Her lips were still puffy from her earlier cum, and she was ready to go again. She pushed her fingertips under her panty panel and began to rub up and down, and it felt so good. As she did this, her head began to drift slowly, from side to side, and her eyes grew hooded with passion-heavy lids.. She’d been alive 60 years and was reflecting on where she’d gotten to.It had been mostly good with a pretty ordinary childhood and public school education where she met Roscoe, her husband of over 40 years. The classic boy and girl offspring were now out on their own and producing grandchildren. She’d had miscellaneous jobs, none of them highly skilled, over the years. Her sex life, never very much beyond vanilla, had come to a halt three years ago when diabetes took her husband’s ability away..