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was a mama’s boy, and Janice was a weak spot for Him. She didn’t mind it, though, because He’d never made her feel like she was in competition with Janice. She was getting to see how His mother, or His connection to her after all they’d been through, made Him vulnerable. She appreciated it.
    David whispered in Nicole’s ear, “Upstairs, second door to your left. Now.” She excused herself a few seconds later, left David talking with His mother a bit more and made her way upstairs. The second door on the left was a nice-sized bathroom, larger than the one in their apartment. It was decorated mostly in lilac and yellow and had a large, old-fashioned, deep marble tub with claws. Nicole fantasized about how wonderful bubble baths must be in such a tub. She opened the medicine cabinet and glanced around, not to be nosy, just to occupy herself. She jumped when the door opened and David came in.
    “Kneel”
    “What?”
    “Did I stutter?”
    “David, we’re in your–”
    “What did you call me?”
    “Sir, I’m sorry,” she apologized looking around. “Sir, this is your mama’s house!”
    “Quiet. Kneel.”
    She hesitated a few seconds too long, she realized, when she felt His hand around her throat, clutching.
    “I said… Kneel.”
    She dropped to her knees with His hand still around her throat.
    “Now… did I tell you to speak back there in the kitchen?”
    She said nothing, and lowered her head instead.
    “Answer me.”
    “No.”
    “No, what?”
    “No, Sir”
    “I didn’t think so.” He moved behind her and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back.
    “So my bad girl thinks that because she is around my family, she can get out of line? Is that it?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Well you certainly had a lot to say down there.”
    “I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t speak out of turn around your mother again.”
    “Oh I know you won’t,” He agreed. With His free hand, He plucked her lips three times, which was His standard discipline for when she spoke out of turn. She winced a bit, then licked her lips. Her pussy was wet.
    He knew it.
    “Get up.”
    She stood up quickly. As soon as she was to her feet, He bent her over so she could grab the edge of the tub to stabilize herself. In less than thirty seconds, her skirt was around her waist and He was buried deep in her, His stroke frenzied.
    “I swear… that woman... drives me so… fucking crazy…sometimes,” He growled while plowing into her. “I swear if she wasn’t my Mama, I’d tell her to shut the fuck up!”
    Nicole said nothing. She realized this was less about her speaking out and more about Him needing to release His frustration. She, of course, was His to use as He needed. She spread her legs a bit wider to stabilize herself. He was definitely going in fast, hard, and deep. After a couple of minutes, she lifted her right leg and put it on the edge of the tub, giving Him deeper access.
    “She just…needs… to let me…do... what the fuck… I want to do… with My Bitch….FUCK!!” He grabbed her waist and pulled her back onto Him, never breaking the rhythm or connection. Nicole moaned and He slapped His hand over her mouth.
    “Shut. The. Fuck. Up” He growled into her ear. She was so wet and ready, she came quickly all over Him. A few minutes later, He exploded deep inside of her. Just as He was finishing dumping His load, they heard young D.J.’s voice yelling out, “Uncle Davidddddddd? Where are youuu??? I gotta pee!!!” He followed with a strong pounding on the door, which elicited a giggle from Nicole.
    “You nephew has to pee, Sir,” she said, chuckling as she lowered and smoothed out her skirt.
    “Ha ha,” He responded. “Just a minute, D.J.!” He called to the young boy.
    “Okkkkk!” D.J. responded, sounding like he was going back downstairs. Nicole turned around and bent down to lick Him clean, but He’d already zipped up His pants.
    “Fix your face, nasty girl” He said, knowing she was pouting without