You came to my house because you wanted me to stop bullying your son. I was home alone and I let you come in. I was genuinely surprised he had such an attractive mother. I was also a little surprised by the way you told the story. Your son was not being honest with you. I am not completely innocent, I definitely put him in his place, but he had a big part in it that he had clearly not told you about. Either way, you were real angry, and you got carried away. As you started yelling I hit record on my phone, and when you started threatening me I was glad I did. When you said something about your husband having a gun it seemed like you realized you had gone too far. When I said I might have to call the police you started to apologize. And then when I played back the audio of you saying it you became very worried, looked like you were going to cry. And at that point I knew I had you.

As I continued to suggest I would call the police you started pleading, saying you would do whatever I wanted if I would just let it go. You caught yourself, realized how that sounded, but it was too late to retract it. I jumped at the opportunity. I said "A blow job. That's what it will take."

I saw you flinch, and then get angry again. "Absolutely not. Are you out of your mind?!" I hit play on the audio again, reminded you how bad it sounded. Again you start to cry a little. And then plead with me. I stand firm. I tell you a blow job will resolve the problem. And I will leave your son alone.

I see you start to waver, I can't believe this might work. And then you nod.

As I find a place on the sofa and you get down on your knees I look across the room and see two different security cameras that will be recording the spot I have chosen. This is only going to be the start...

(would like to role play from this point on...)