The sun barely kisses the minarets of Istanbul as Machine, the Turkish stepson, tentatively knocks on Susan's door. "Susan, can I...?" he stammers, his voice thick with lust and nerves. She opens the door, her nightgown slipping off one shoulder, revealing a hint of her ample cleavage. "What is it, Machine?" she asks, her voice laced with curiosity. "I...I want you to suck my cock before school," he blurts out, his face flushing with embarrassment. Susan raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." she purrs, beckoning him inside.