I confront Maria

My hand tightens on the doorknob as a thousand ideas rush through my head, falling to my knees and pleading with her to let me cum, but I wasn't prepared to find the chubby latina with her legs spread, skirt hiked up as she uses a feather duster as a dildo.

"Mr. Smith, make Maria esposa," She moans completely oblivious to me and now I kind of understand why Mommy thinks dads cheating with a young enough to be his daughter.

"M-Maria." I stammer forgetting what I had been planning, was it to drop on my knees and beg her to save me or was it to jump her in hopes of getting some manhood back.

"Ohhh, Mr-Mr. John!" She squeaks dropping her makeshift dildo and bolting up right, stumbling to try and pull down the hem of her skirt and lift up her panties that are around her knees, only to end up stumbling onto all fours. Her head snaps up in an instant a mixture of fear, confusion, and lust as her eyes dart to my now small bulge in the golden bikini bottom.

"Mr. John! Please don't tell Mistress Smith, sh-she said if she caught me being a little Puta then...then." Her eyes seem to drift as if whatever she was threatened with was both horrifying and arousing.

My voice croaks as I try to find some words to calm her down, but it only sounds like gibberish to me.

"Please Mr. John, Maria will do anything!" She begs terror in her eyes as her fingers tug on the bottoms and that alone is enough to nearly get me to cum.

A small part of me says to keep her safe, to extort her, while the largest part screams to turn her in to Mommy in hopes I'll get a reward.