Given what Maggie had described, she wasn’t ready to leave Michael and come home any time soon. Yet by the next morning, she was leaving and asking...me to meet her at the station. I was desperate to know what happened later.It was the end of the afternoon by the time we got to this point. We took a break to use the bathroom and I got myself a beer. Maggie wanted to avoid alcohol, and just had water. She said that she wasn’t hungry and was looking forward to an early night. I could see how. ." Look," I interjected, "we can't hide it from you guys, obviously. Andy, your mom and I were ... experimenting. That's all. Robert Honey, we're sorry you had to find out that way."Andy gave his mom a curious look, then my boy spoke again."Mom," Robert said. "what is going on with you? I mean first we hear you..."He stopped abruptly and darted a look at Andy. I knew what he was going to say of course. And I saw a way to use it to my advantage."You heard me what, Honey? What were you going to. The NYPD refused to comment when this reporter inquired as to whetherthe cutting off of hands is a Mafia punishment for theft orembezzlement....'Michelle paled. Her hands began to shake and when she put down hercoffee cup it rattled in the saucer.She remembered what Frank had said to her when he offered her the job:'My current Madame, the lady who runs my establishment, has quit andnone of the other women I employ are suitable.'Quit? Did anyone quit the Mafia? Frankie had once made a joke at. . and up ... I swallowed. Her hand snuck under my towel and wrapped around my cock without any formalities. “You need me to take care of this real quick?” Beatrix asked.“Sure,” I said, too thrilled to quibble over her ‘real quick’ comment.She nodded, a neutral expression on her face. She pumped away, steadily, unhurriedly, with the same firm grip she had used on my arms and legs. I couldn’t help but groan, my pleasure building as she stroked my manhood. She pulled the towel down for easier.