. Finally, the younger one again told her to shut up, or she would give her back to fatso. The professor blanched white and shut up.I whispered thanks... and asked her name. “I’m Suzanne Williams, and you are Matt Reynolds. I asked the waitress at the diner.”I guess I blushed. At least my face got hot. “I’m flattered that someone as young and good looking as you would care about some broken down saddle tramp like me.”Here came that mona lisa semi smile. “Mr. Reynolds, you’d be surprised what Mabel. "I can have Mabel take care of that motherly thing," he volunteered, "She's pretty handy with a coat hanger." I'll do whatever you say," Ellen whimpered subserviently.He motioned her to come closer. She meekly obeyed.His hand went under her skirt, his finger probing her nest. Her eyes were downcast. She made no offer to resist."Still tight, eh Ellen?" he smiled. "Let's just get one thing straight. You work for me now!"A second finger joined the first. He hooked his fingers inside her and. She was also getting ever more aggressive in riding my face, and even starting to slide back and forth, fucking my face between her beautiful ass cheeks. She often had an orgasm while I was tonguing and sucking her pussy. Alyssa sometimes lay down on me after her orgasms and sucked my dick to completion, although I was more focused on giving her pleasure than worrying about having my own ejaculation.After another month, she seemed to be taking almost sadist pleasure in sitting hard on my face,. Mary would fly back without him, as scheduled, the show had to go on, but would later meet him on his arrival in New York and fly with him across the North American continent to Burbank, where he would be interred in the family vault in a multi-denominational cemetery, the first of the Gold family to be buried there.Mary gave a much shorter speech, about how her husband Bradford Gold was not only her hero, but was truly a hero to his country of birth in their greatest need and a hero in putting.