Wendy isn't happy

Mrs. Fellers paraded through her house wearing her fetish gear... and Wendy, who was putting away dishes as Maria washed them, shreaked.

"What the hell, mother?"

"This young man, your mother and your father are having an adult conversation, young woman. I suggest--"

"You don't get to have conversations with my boyfriend."

"It isn't like he doesn't fuck other women, Wendy."

"I want to fuck him also, mommy," Deisi put in from the TV room. "Oooh, you look hot, mom. Can I borrow that outfit sometime?"

"Maybe if you're good. And no, you can't fuck Matt. You're too young."

"I'm much more mature than Wendy and she gets to fuck him."

"We respect the law here."

"I think you only respect laws that you want to respect and ignore the rest."

Matt suspected Deisi was right about that. He was pretty sure there were laws against getting people fired because you had political clout.

"Forget about Deisi," Wendy said. "I just don't feel comfortable with you taking advantage of my boyfriend no matter what other girls might be taking advantage of him."

"Fine. You may watch. Now come along."

"That isn't--"

"I want to watch, too," Deisi predictably added.

"And I wish you could," Mrs. Fellers said. "But you can't. Not until you're eighteen. So, go watch TV with Maria."

"Yes, mother."

Maria didn't look thrilled... Matt wondered whether the poor maid was going to be put through some rough times to cover Deisi's frustration.

Mrs. Fellers's bedroom was huge, with a side bedroom that had been converted into a closet for her clothes. The bed was a massive round thing roughly the size of three king-sized beds, and a comfortable-looking couch had been set up near it... which Mr. Fellers headed straight to.

"Come along, Wendy," he said. "I'm certain you'll learn a great deal watching this."

"I don't want to learn sex from my mother." Still, Wendy followed her father and sat on the couch. She did sit at the opposite end of the couch for which Matt was grateful. He didn't mind other people watching him... after all, he was a professional sex streamer, but he wasn't going to watch one of his girlfriends get groped by another man, even if that man was her father.

He turned toward Mrs. Fellers.

"Thank you for bringing the crop. I'll take it now."

Mrs. Fellers glared at him.

She looked hot in her skin-tight leathers. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and her breasts pressed against the thin material, her nipples and the V of her pussy outlined in detail. She might have two teenage daughters but she remained hot as hell. She also had a body-building husband who could step in at any moment, tying Matt into tight knots.

This was a moment of truth and it had to go right. He knew Mrs. Fellers liked being dominated, but she seemed to enjoy dominating as well. Would she want to turn the corner with him, get him back for what he'd done with her after the art show? Or could he pull off the dominance act and give her what she really wanted? He didn't know but he was pretty sure he was about to find out.