But even though she will live there this year, it is no longer her home. I can't quote scripture for this, Mr. Clinton. We know that whole passage abo...ut a man leaving his parents and cleaving to his wife. But this is about where a person chooses... chooses her family. We are born with a family that we will always love. But we also choose a family where we make our home. Mr. Clinton, this is Cassie's home now. Please don't think that lessens her love or respect for you. It shows that she has. The parking situation later became doing dishes and laundry for them when their friends were gone, and Bret would sometimes let me see his dick if I did a good job. The other guy, Brice, was never there when that happened but I was glad he did that. He would ask me if I liked it and I of course said I did. It was really long and thick and had one of those beautiful, thick circumcised heads that made you want it in your mouth.One day about a week ago, Bret was laying on his couch watching TV and. “Are you ready slut” she said. “Yes Mistress. So ready. Please fuck me Mistress”. The dildo aimed at her pussy it was pushed forward, Cathy squealed as she felt it open her up. Working back and forth she had taken about half. “Give me more Mistress. I want it all” Cathy cried. With that the strap-on was thrust all the way into her. Cathy screamed and wailed “yes, oh God yes” she yelled and I watched as my wife was fucked for at least 15 minutes. She had reached down and rubbed her clit and had. I felt his hand rubbing my bottom, scratchy on my delicate skin, I knew without a doubt that there would be a bright, perfect, red handprint etched into my ass cheek, but still I did not move. The second blow came as suddenly as the first, followed by more rubbing, more spanks, by the tenth slap, the tears were running down my face, dripping to the floor as my body trembled uncontrollably. This time his hand continued rubbing, my pussy was soaked by now even as he kneaded the bruised flesh of.