“Your wife is in there, getting her weekly massage. You can hear her through the walls.” Clint picked up a remote and hit the mute button. Through... the walls, you could hear the faint moans continue on.Clint unmuted it.“Why are you doing this?” Mr. Armstrong groaned. “Why punish me?”“Punish you?” Clint demanded, anger rising. “I want to inspire you to take charge. Your wife tried to destroy this place because she’s a hypocritical cunt. She freaked out because she enjoyed the things she does. In fact even now at the age of 17 she had done nothing more than kiss a boy. Other than her friends occasionally talking about sex, she was rather clueless about it. Neither her nor her parents ever talked about sex, and the school taught nothing but abstinence. Her friends had been trying to convince her to go out with somebody, as she could get any guy she wanted, but time and time again she refused, until finally she gave into the peer pressure. She knew she could get any guy, and she chose. “Just seeing the proof of the pain your Sir has inflicted on your body makes me wet. I wonder, does it make you wet too?”Serena slid two fingers into Emmy’s exposed pussy. She was drenched. They both moaned, and Alexander’s cock twitched at the sight of his wife touching his whore. John noticed and found himself growing hard as well. Suddenly, he wanted the little redhead’s cunt in the worst way and knew he needed to fuck her before the night was over.“Serena, why don’t you take Emily upstairs. I don't!Millie twisted her neck and stared at Pete in the dim light as he planted moist, gliding kisses on her belly and thighs. He continued to stroke her hair-lined split, making her yearn for deeper contact.She inwardly bolstered herself against what she chose to believe was inevitable, telling herself that she wasn't going to enjoy it, even as her flesh exulted under Pete's kisses and his caressing touch.He leaned back and stared at her pussy. The outer lips, adorned by golden curls, hid.