Shame coursed through me; yet needing to protect my mother, I obeyed her, kneeling down and taking her manicured pinkie into my mouth. The silk tasted salty sweet, which was oddly appealing.

"Good bimbo," Amber said, as I advanced to her next toe.

It was still humiliating.

Amber continued, "Your mother is a very pretty woman."

"Please don't talk about my mother," I said, as I moved to her middle toe.

"Why not?"

"Just please don't," I requested.

"Did you know she hasn't had sex in over four years?" Amber asked. "I mean, I don't go even four days, ever. But four years? Fuck."

"I don't need to know this,"...