As already written, a week later the guys came to my mom's house again in their usual mob. When she once again saw 9 brazen guys taking off their outerwear in her hallway as if they were at home, my mom firmly decided that she had to talk to them. Of course, I knew in advance that they were coming, so I'd been sitting in the other apartment watching for quite some time. Mom addressed the guys in an atypically serious voice. They only looked at her in confusion. She went into the kitchen and told them that she wanted to have a serious talk with them. To my surprise, all the guys followed her into the kitchen, whispering to each other. Mom sat down at the table. She was followed by some of the guys who had enough chairs, the rest stayed standing. Then mom spoke for about 5 minutes, occasionally swallowing a lump of nerves that stood in her throat. Briefly, she said that what they were doing was not normal, it couldn't go on like this, that because of them she missed work often and soon she might be in financial trouble. "You have no idea, mommy, how much of your money that fat man drained on sex shop merchandise. And for your own money subjected you to possibly one of the toughest and longest BDSM experiences in the world."