.?For about the millionth time since he left, I reminded myself that while I might not have Matt, at least I had his child, his son. "Matthew Hampton,... Jr.," I whispered, smiling at the sound.Then I heard myself continuing, "Only child of the late Matt Hampton," and started crying."This seat taken?" I didn't look up, just shook my head, and kept searching for a napkin.Someone pulled out the chair next to me and sat. "Is the food here that bad, or are you just sad to see me?"Who the hell is this. It had the taste of aniseed and tasted delicious. The same taste that he had previously tasted in his dream when he dreamt of his Mistress offering him the glass the previous evening. Or was it a dream? Who was the Mistress in the dream? He began to wonder whether he had gone insane and he was recovering in a hospital somewhere.That was it. He had suffered a medical event and he was in the hospital, perhaps a mental hospital and those around him were doctors and nurses and he was being. "No Erin." He grabbed my wrist in one massive hand and kept violating me with the unrelenting vibe, in and out till it made my body react. He laughed as he saw my hips begin to grind through the pain matching his thrusts. "That's my slut. You're learning." I heard him chuckle one more time as he withdrew the vibe letting my juices flow down my legs. I felt the bed shift and knew he was getting on. "Open your eyes" as I felt the large head of his massive cock at the entrance of my throbbing. Having no other life but sex and prostitution in her brain since her capture, the mature ninja beauty had returned to her still searching son and that very night as he received her joyously, proceeded to fuck him hard till morning light, insisting he drop out of school as she sold her body to rich old men in the daytime, stealing their money from their bank accounts unnoticed before proceeding to buy a whole island for her and her son, living off the island and the stolen money as the former.