That's a Job for a MILF 40.3

"Suzanne, my dear, it's a pleasure to see you again" Mrs. Larsen said, about an hour later, when Suzanne entered her office accompanied by Samara. "I was delighted when I was told you were here. Please, take a sit. Would you like something to drink? No? Okay, then. You can leave us alone now, Samara."

"Oh, if you do not mind, I'd like Samara to stay with us, Mrs. Larsen."

"May I ask why, my dear?" Mrs. Larsen raised an eyebrow. Despite her quiet countenance, it was possible to see that she had got surprised and bothered by the request. 

"I have a feeling that her presence will be important for the conversation I want to have with you" Suzanne stated, sitting down and indicating the chair next to her to Samara.

"And what do you want to talk about, Suzanne?"

"Let me tell you a story, Mrs. Larsen. Once upon a time, there was a naive young man who was so ambitious and anxious that he was willing to do anything to get a job promotion. He then found out that his boss was suspecting that an important director was stealing from the company, and began to think of a way to investigate the matter, believing that this way his boss would be more likely to give him a higher position."

"The young man then hears of a mysterious clinic that could help him. However, when he goes there, he gets much more than he asks for… Rather than being just disguised, he has his whole body so drastically mutilated that in the end he not only looks like another person, but a much older one... a much older person from the opposite sex, it’s important to say. He is even submitted to a sex reassignment surgery without his knowledge and consent."

"A very inventive narrative, Suzanne" Mrs. Larson said, slowly. "But I don't see your point, my dear."

"Oh, really? That's how you want to proceed, Ma'am? Let me just ask you something, then... Assuming such a story is true, what do you think that would happen to the person responsible for all this, if the police were aware of the situation?"

"Suzanne, my darling" Mrs. Larsen started, in a sweet voice, despite its clear discomfort. "You're not making sense now. Why don't you close your eyes and try to relax. I'm sure I can help you to see..."

"I wouldn't waste my time trying something like that if I were you, Mrs. Larsen. With all due respect, you know as well as I do that you no longer have power over me. It would be so sad to see you embarrassing yourself..." 

Then, suddenly, Mrs. Larsen's expression changed completely, and Suzanne knew she was seeing the older woman' real face for the first time. Instead of gentle and kind, she looked cruel and evil, with her yellow teeth on display and her tiny eyes shining like the ones of a beast. 

Suzanne wasn't afraid, though. The general effect of that grotesque spectacle was actually depressing and pitiful. Mrs. Larsen wanted to look menacing, but in truth she looked more like a deplorable mouse cornered. 

"I only did what you wanted me to do!" she stated, feeling the desperation growing inside her. She couldn't understand what was going on. At that point, Suzanne wasn't supposed to remember anything of that.

"Oh, I fear the police will think otherwise, Mrs. Larsen" Suzanne said, smiling. She couldn't deny she was amused by the power that now she had over the older woman. That was a role change in its most complete form. "Especially considering that you conspired with my beloved husband all the way long to turn me into his perfect sex toy. I have an interesting footage of you two together, as well as documents evidencing the deposits he made in your account. Did you know he was paying you with stolen money? Of course you did. You were part of the whole plan, after all."

"Now that's enough!" Mrs. Larsen shouted, furious. "I don't have to stay here listening to all this nonsense. It seems like you are very, very confused, Suzanne, my dear. As your therapist, I find myself obliged to recommend you a prolonged period under our care. Let's hope you can recover your sanity someday. It's sad, but I'm sure your husband will understand. I'm calling security now to take you to your new accommodations. I have a perfect place for you in mind..."

"No, you are not" Samara said, suddenly, and just then Mrs. Larsen remembered that her employee was also there. "Put the phone down, Ma'am. Put the phone down and listen to voice..."