More than ever, my eyes closely watched Martha, her every reaction registered, and it was an additional relief to see caution flood her eyes whenever they fell on the shotgun pressing against her cheek.
I could also spot a bit of incredulousness, and it satisfied me to know she was in ignorance and even possibly awe at some of my capabilities.
After my words, a silence was established between the two of us, and the fingers on my right hand resumed working.
Releasing my neck, Martha took my hand off her chest, crossed her arms, and fixed me with a stare.
With her new height, she tried to be more intimidating, but in the end, I remained calm.
"Any questions?" I asked, realising the milf had her throat hooked with pride.
Seconds ago, Martha had been trying to burn a hole through my head with her eyes, but after I spoke, her eyes became dodgy.
The woman could no longer meet my gaze, and I chuckled.
"It's mind-blowing how easily I can solve this major problem of yours, right?"
