"Barbara, we're all women here, and we all have needs," Amber said. "Your daughter has needs that need fulfilling, I have needs that need fulfilling, and so do you... because denying them makes us unhappy and bitchy. For instance, you should have seen your daughter before I began helping her with her needs."

"Amber, that's enough," I whisper-barked sternly, even as she applied more pressure directly onto my excessively wet pussy, which was... as usual... wantonly betraying me.

She didn't utter a word.

She just gave me a look.

A terrifying look.

The same look that when I was a child and my mother gave me one, I knew I...