Viet-fuckin-nam.“No. Actually it’s not at all.”“Well, what’s so complicated about it? Enlighten me.”“Oh my god… after all these years ...e’re gonna have this discussion now?”And that might have stung her some. I didn’t mean to. But that wounded her.“I’m sorry.” Her hands went into her lap. In a small little ball of apology. “You’re right of course. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you like other moms.”Oh, fuck me. Now I’m gonna trip on guilt and not just my cock?“Jesus, Mom.”“No I really am. I’m. Ran as fast as we could in our pathetic hooker boots. We stopped a couple of blocks away, tears running, crying, then we made out again. To comfort eachother ... He said he had enough action for one night, but gave me "his" number, so we could meet and grab a coffee or something :)We both walked in opposite directions. I was so shit drunk and couldn't walk straight. Then I discovered a short cut to get home. It was a dark alley, but in my drunk mind, I was shure this was the right thing to do. We'll see if you have any other talents that allow you to fill out another role. Moreover, you will have a daily work out with Sienna, our personal trainer to keep you in shape. And in this house, you are only allowed to wear stockings and open bras if necessary. That should be it for the moment. Now let's eat.”Accepting her new role, Megan helped her mother set the table and served us the pasta, Christine had managed to whip up from our humble supplies. Groceries would be the most imminent. She goes"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" so does the stranger. You, having no idea what was going on have a mini heart attack, you turn around to look at the stranger a super cute, slim, little asian chic, about 4'5 (140 cm) with a huge bowl in her hamds. She looks right back at you, immediately noticing your raging boner through your tight boxers.She covers her eyes makes a heel turn and shouts "I'M SORRY!"Amber notices the bowl of cookies and mini cakes on the floor. She turns her head to you and starts.