She would happily collect it in her mouth, open it, I'd lean in and spit in her mouth (purposely spitting on her face), and shed swish it and let it t...avel down her lips, down her breasts, and onto the floor. She'd do this on purpose, because she know I'd make her lick it back up. After resting for a bit, my cock was swelling again. I pushed against her as we lay in bed, and she pushed back in that cute way women do when theyre spooning against their man. I picked her up and moved her to. I’m sure it will be more than enough to send you on your way. Then you will be free of him and can go back to being the little slut whore that you really are.”My head spins. Two bottles of wine and a misunderstood telephone conversation is on the verge of ending the life that I have. I almost wish I could cry. I almost wish I could go over and slap some sense into Steven. But at 6’2” and 200 pounds of muscle, I would be no match for him. He would do with me whatever he wanted. Which apparently. "Just like a raccoon."When we arrived in my room I was surprised to see an overnight bag on the king-sized bed. I recognized it as Mother's. There was a note from Dad that simply said, "Thought you might need a few things. Enjoy yourself. Love Hank."Mother smiled at me weakly and took the bag off the bed and climbed on it. She patted the spot next to her beckoning me to join her. "Come to Mama."The bed creaked as I crawled on it. I lay on my back and Mother snuggled up to me. I wrapped my arms. . is he... ?”Mocking laughter came at her from all sides. “His energies have been redirected to something more useful. Your dalliances have been entertaining, to be sure, and your greedy enthusiasm for his staff and seed have been most impressive,” he said as she gaped at their intimate knowledge, “but his task was to restore you for what is yet to come. Whatever else happens is irrelevant. Should he deem it an appropriate reward for his services, he is free to make use of you as opportunity.