“I was rather closely acquainted with your mother as well as your father,” he said. “She came to me trying to find him. She had a particular tas...te for the lash, if I recall.”Chastel ignored him.“That's not all she had a taste for,” the Marquis continued. “I had a special nickname for her, actually: 'Liebling Nachttopf'. It's German. It means, 'My darling chamber pot'—”Chastel kicked the Marquis in the face. His head bounced against the wall and he slumped over, dazed, bleeding. Chastel. You start to writhe around on my lap as you feel my cock bulging, I run my hand up the inside of your thigh to feel how hard you are and I start to play. "Please miss don't hurt me"Secretly she was loving it and loved being dominated and violated her fantasies come true..."You'll do as I say my pathetic whore c***d, I own you"By now I have you sat bum on the edge of the sofa you lying back legs spread and your cock throbbing through white panties visible through the black but see through. “Oh I am so fucking horny” she said as she straightened and grabbed both fake cocks.“Okay Josh, lie down on the floor and put your hands beneath your head.”Josh followed her instructions and she stood over him, her cunt directly above his head.“Now” she said bending down “this is a face fucker, a dildo with a mouth piece so you can keep it steady while I fuck your face” and placed the mouth piece in his mouth.Josh looked at the big pink dildo that stood erected on his face and grinned at. As I was entering the kitchen, through the corner of my eye, I could saw mom slapping dad’s tent in the shorts playfully and hissing, “You horny rascal, you have no shame?”, and dad grabbing mom’s tits.At the breakfast table, I said, “I am going to Mumbai and will be back after three days. I won’t have time to come back home.” They knew I always keep a suitcase ready at the office, with clothes and accessories.Dad said, “I am going to the marriage function of my friend’s daughter. I will also.