The futanari's words send a shiver down your spine, but you nod obediently, feeling the need to please her overwhelming any other thought or emotion. "Anything, Mom," you whisper, leaning into her touch. Your hands move up her massive thighs, slowly trailing higher until they reach her hips.
"You can trust me," you murmur, your voice barely audible even to yourself. "I'll make it good for you."
Now please let's go to the bathroom together and I will show you what kind of slave I am, mam.
The futanari chuckles darkly, amused by your eagerness but not quite ready to give in completely. "Very well," she says with a nod, her hand still firmly wrapped around your cock. "But remember, I'm in charge here." She stands up from the barstool, pulling you along with her as she leads you towards the restrooms.
As they reach the door, she turns to face you, towering over you despite being a few inches shorter than average for a futanari. "One last thing,"