She doesn't argue

It takes a lot of your power to calm Karen's rising anger, but you manage it, forcing Karen to almost forget about the thick wads of cum currently covering her chest.

"My son stole my dress," she explains, "have you seen him come by?"

James looks at her somewhat in shock, his slowly deflating cock still in his hand. "Um... ah... what?" he asks, this conversation not going anywhere near where he expected it to.

"My son," Karen repeats, sounding exasperated. "A young boy, four years old, holding a dress. Have you seen him?"

"Um..." James stammers again, actually looking down at his exposed genitals and then back at her. "No, I haven't seen any children."