One night coming home from work, I finally got a glimpse of them entering their apartment and it did not disappoint. She was in her mid-forties if I h...ad to guess, and she was a fit brunette squeezed into tight-fitting jeans and a turtleneck sweater that was a little too big for her but managed to show off her breasts and provide enough modesty. Her son, about seventeen or eighteen, was a dork. He was skinny, wearing a t-shirt with a Mario mushroom on it and skin so pale there are albinos out. ..cummmmmmming!!!”I thrashed around wildly as I came so har all over Barney’s doggy tongue I almost passed out. Maybe I did pass out for a few seconds, because the next thing I knew, Barney was lunging up to put his front paws one either side of me on the couch. He was panting hard with his tongue hanging out and drool dripping on my tits as he started arching his back and humping his hips. He’d gotten so excited eating me out he now wanted to fuck me!I looked down and saw his big red cock was. “You are now a slut, for my enjoyment. You are mine lock stock and barrel.“You will fuck me like the Peeping Tom slut you are. In fact that will be your new name Peeping Tom slut”. Let me hear you say your new name “Peeping Tom slut” I repeated in a low voice”. “I can't hear you” she barked. “Peeping Tom slut” I repeated with my head down. She grabbed my hair, pulled my face up and got in my face and said “I still can't hear you”. In my normal voice I said “Peeping Tom slut”. “And don't you. Stepping up behind the couch I leant over it to give Victor a goodbye kiss, since I was leaving to meet Helena. As I was bent over, a naughty hand curled around my long legs and slipped up under the tight skirt I was wearing. It rubbed my mound through my tiny cotton thong…I could not believe that any of those guys would have the gall to do such a thing just in front of my husband and the rest of the group. I could not turn my head to see who that bastard was…Then I kissed my hubby and nodded.