Evelyn’s face contorted into a mask of extreme anger, though her calm voice betrayed none of that anger.“Yes, old dead history, we are dead to you... as you are to us. Don’t bother me again ‘til the job is finished.” Evelyn calmly hissed, then smashed the phone on the floor.Chris looked at the pieces of the phone then her mother nodding. Yup, had to be that prick of a father of hers, to get her mother this upset.“I have to go out. Betty you’re in charge, no one off the base ‘til I return.” Here. Then she'd look for the telltale bulge in my trousers and give me a knowing wink and a smile. Mother was waiting for my answer -- and not patiently. She placed a finger under my chin and lifted it so my eyes met hers. Her stern glare scared me. "I asked you a question!" she snapped. "And I expect ananswer. Now, do you want to play dress up for Margie and me, or not?"Desperate for maternal love and approval, I knew what I had to say. "Uh, uh, um, yes, mom, uh, I'm sorry, mom." I stammered. "Yes,. Chris didn't let up and soon I could feel his cock harden again 'OOOHHH NOOO,' I cried. 'Please don't I can't take any more,' I whimpered. Chris harshly 'growled beg me to fuck you bitch, or I'll bust your butt wide open'. Viciously Chris pulled his rigid cock back and rammed in to so hard that my head shot up off the mattress and I yelled for mercy. My anal sphincter muscle rings were invaded and could not help hold Chris back any longer. His cock was so far inside my rectum I feared that he. "Aww, that's sweet of you hon, but you really don't have to." "That's all right, it's only a couple more hours... besides, all I would be doing in my room is watching television. And there isn't much on the tube tonight anyway," he said. "Still, you don't need to hang out in a bar. You could look around the hotel, maybe check out the casino." "We'll see. But I'm a big boy and can stay up late, after all, it's not a school night!" he said grinning. "It's still very sweet of you to keep me.