As Mitch would say, you’re not all here. Now tell me why.’ Ryan crossed her arms and sank back into the seat. ‘I’m just distracted, I guess. N...ervous.’ ‘Bullshit.’ Ryan stared at the table and huffed out a breath. ‘I’m fine.’ ‘Did you hear yourself at the sound check? I’ve never heard you like that. You were hitting every note so hard—like you were trying to club them into submission. Now come on, what’s bothering you?’ ‘It’s Brody.’ Ryan rested her arms on the table and dropped her head into. “Which is?” the woman prompts.“You’re his mother, right?” you check.“Yeah.” the woman says.“I’ve been bullying your son all year. He hates me now, right?” you mock, and Charlie sobs harder.“Oh. Baby. It’s ok. Mommy’s going to fix this.” she says, and bites her lip.“You’re going to obey me for three weeks. Whatever I say, you do. In exchange, I’ll stop bullying your precious son.” you smirk.“Deal.” Charlie’s mom says, her eyes softening as she looks at Charlie. She moves towards him, but you. You began trailing your hand down her body, stopping to once again play with her breast before traveling between her legs. She was wet, soaked actually, and your two fingers slid inside her while your thumb played with her rapidly swelling clit.One hand wrapped with hers, one between her leg, your lips on the nape of her neck and she moaned and writhed in pleasure. It wasn’t long before she came, coating your hand in her love juice.You were mutually panting before she explained she wanted to. So you can talk with them on, but they protect your ears from loud, sudden noises. That amplifying feature, though, means you can hear much better, when it comes to talking. I can often hear what people are talking about twenty or thirty feet away, even if they’re talking softly.“That’s not fair,” I said, for the benefit of the customers. “Not when you’re dressed like that.”“Millions of girls dress like this,” she said.“Millions of girls don’t work at my range,” I said, “or cause men with guns.