Maryann’s look lingered on you. You had an idea of what she was thinking, and you didn’t like it. Then she snapped out of the seemingly horny trance and looked at her phone.
“Where the hell is that pizza! This is ridiculous! It hasn’t even been picked up yet?!?”
You watched her face turn a few shades of red as she took a long drag off of her cigarette, exhaling into the air as she angrily stubbed it out in the ashtray. At least you were spared the smoke.
“Don’t think I won’t complain! I’ll have someone’s job! How dare they treat me like like this!”
Without thinking you decided to intervene.
“Maybe they’re just busy…”
Maryann’s gaze shifted to you, her look one of agitation that you decided to even share an opinion. Her glance quickly softened.
“Maybe you’re right pet - it has given us time to talk, which is nice. So where was I… ah yes, Diane. Who does she even think she is?” Maryann asked, fishing out another cigarette and lighting it. She leaned back on the couch and placed you on her soft, plump belly.
“Why don’t you give mama a little massage, pet?”
Mama? Pet? You had to wonder what was up with these names. You decided complying was best, so you laid down on her belly and began to try to massage the soft plump skin. It was way to think for you to really do anything, but you heard her moan.
“That’s it little one, make me happy…”
Her fingers nudged you down further, closer to her belly button, and you felt like you could slide off into the floor at anytime. You tried not to panic and assumed she’d catch you before that happened.
“Yes baby… work those little hands…”
Her finger pressed into your back and slid you down further, past her navel. You could see her green panties, a size too tight, and her huge muff, some of the dark brown hair poking through her panties. A knock at the door interrupted, and she picked you up between her thumb and forefinger.
“My instructions say leave at door! No knocks, no doorbell! What does it take to find decent help these days!” She growled angrily. She placed you and her cigarette into the ashtray and stormed off towards the door. As she opened it and picked up the pizza you saw her pasty white buttcheeks, dimpled and misshapen, gobbling up her panties. She turned, her anger replaced with a smile.
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