"Tom," his mother finally directed her attention to him. "Is all yourhomework done?" Huh?... Oh. For a change I don't have any," he replied."So what d...id you do all afternoon, when you got home from school?" Not much... watched some TV." And did some sewing, didn't you?" Karen had a big grin on her face."Sewing?" Ms. Mitchell said. "What on earth were you sewing?"Tom tried to conceal his look of surprise. He glared daggers at hissister. The little bitch! "Ummm... I just had a hole in my sock. I. I turn Mrs. Demont around so her back is to the door and continue to tell her how much a street whore she is and that if she cannot take more of my cock down her throat that she needed to go back the whore house where she came from for more training. She just loved being degraded like that. Now mom was standing there with her phone out recording all this, me yelling at Mrs. Demont to swallow more and more of my cock, to be honest she was really the only woman to take more than 8” down her. "We'll have coffee and doughnuts in the living room when she gets here. We'll be civilized and treat her well. If things go downhill, it will be her that starts it. But I'm telling everyone now; she isn't going to bother Bill, Kathy or Linda. If she starts anything, I'll throw her out on her ass," she said with vehemence.TWO VEHICLES HAVE ENTERED THE DRIVEWAY, the computer announced as the TV came on in the living room, the camera focusing on the lead vehicle.DRIVER OF FIRST VEHICLE IDENTIFIED:. ”“I never thought about how deep it could go. Honestly, I have read about it in stories and books but it was never expressed on an emotional level like that.”After a solid minute of silence, I heard her take a deep breath, hold it then release.“I need it. I want it. I cannot think of doing that with anyone but you.”“I will be home tomorrow around five. After I shower I will come over and then we will go out for dinner and discuss it further.”“That sounds fine. I will be ready by then.”“I did.