Okay, Dylan responded as the teenagers withdrew from her and complied.Next, his, Anthony s and George s palms started exploding against her face.Oh, g...od. yes, punish me! she begged.That s what we re doing, you little turd! Dylan crowed.After the guys had spent 30 seconds spanking her, Anthony draped her legs over his shoulders and plunged his tool into her bowels.Ugghh, ugghh, uggh! she grunted.Sodomize the animal! George laughed.You vile whore! Anthony raged.Don t forget you re a digusting. He went sliding and pounding his joint, grinding his long thick muscle in and out of his daughter's face. She loved the feel of his thick rod working away next to her tongue.The bedroom door swung open. "Sharon!" cried her mother. "What the hell?" and then Mrs. Pettibone, who was now partially dressed in a skirt and a bra and heels, looked behind herself and then shut the bedroom door. "My, my, darling, what on earth are you doing?" It was plain to Mrs. Pettibone, really, as it would have been. She raised her eyebrows when she learned about his range.”“No! So that’s how you took control of me without even being in my house.”“And I hope it will work with the members of the Council. There are 12 of us, Grandmother. That should be enough to take down the entire Council, all at once.”“Lord have mercy. Twelve! All in one place. I have to tell you, young man, that there isn’t a mind reader out there who wouldn’t expect one of you to take over the others.”“My father says the same thing.. 'Thirty seconds and she senses something's changed since I saw her just a few days ago. I tried to look innocent."I'm fine." Randy, you look better than fine. You look like ... I don't know." She shrugged. "More relaxed or something?" I do?"She rolled her eyes at me, her expression becoming affectionately stern. "Come on, tough guy, spill it."I swallowed a grin and tried to look mysterious.She snorted. "You think you can fool me? I know what it looks like, you know." Like what looks like?" You.