He comes in and pins me against the counter. I can feel him through his trousers. We kiss. "Chelsea is going to be in London in two weeks." "The pain-...slut?" "Her. I'm going to fuck her in a hotel room and you're going to watch." He told me what was going to happen and what my role was to be. He watched as my eyes widened, my arousal written as clear on my face as if I'd used a sharpie. Then he spun me around, bent me over the worktop, lifted my skirt and unloaded into my pussy. * He dressed. And even though she didn’t think she had any attraction to incest, the thought of fucking a boy and his father at the same time did turn her on. Peter had stammeringly asked her if they could put the brakes on some of their activities while Tim was in the house. Lucia just flounced her hair, laughed and told him that it would all depend on how well he, Peter, behaved, but adding, ominously, ?if your son is anything like you, then he’s probably going to get in a lot of trouble on his. She didn’t know how many hours had passed but when she awoke to was to him inside of her again. Her body still raw from her last fucking she whimpered in pain but did not cry out anymore, afraid of another blow to the head. This time seemed to take longer and after awhile the pain grew to numbness and she cast her eyes to the ceiling as her small body was rocked into with rhythm and force.

Once he left she was bathed, perfumed and presented again down stairs. Tears stung her eyes as she saw. "Hi, Wanda," she offered, guilt immediately washing over her. Mark had absorbed her attention pretty much completely for the past few days...Mark turned to look, maintaining a poker face. It wasn't polite to rag on a chick because she was heavy, and God knew he'd seen plenty of them; Mark's mother was no little bitty thing, for instance. But for that reason, Wanda wasn't particularly appetizing.Contrary to what might have happened at the cheerleader's table, no one attacked Wanda for her.