"Huh, yeah?" In an exhausted voice, I answer. "The cat! Will you let the cat out?" She mumbles in a half asleep half awake voice. "I'm going to kill t...hat cat!" I think to myself. Standing up, my cock springs my boxers because of the dream I just had, using the waistband I pin it back. The wind from outside meets my damp head from the sweat that I had built up from grinding the bed thinking about how good Shannon's pussy felt weeks ago. I can't sleep now. I longed for her tongue to meet the. . play another time."I jumped back when Jillian kicked my mother's swollen right breast, making her cry out. "That's MISTRESS Jillian to you cunt! And we're no where near finished 'playing' today." Owe... but... but..." It was clear my mother was anxious to end this sick perverted game with her daughter present. But Jillian was having none of it. Reaching into a little bag she had brought with her, she pulled out two paper clamps and held them to my mom's eyes."See, I told you I had them. "When we finished and Tony was dressed to leave, he reminded George that he would come by to get me at seven o'clock on Friday for our date. George hesitated, but nodded without saying anything. He let Tony out and came back inside to put away the video equipment."I was still naked and had sperm all over my vagina and thighs. I had hoped that George would help me clean up and hold me and tell me that he still loved me for helping him fulfill his fantasy. He simply left me there without a word. The work had to be finished, but I wasn't sure what to do—but I had an idea. It was only two nights before she'd told me she thought they'd been peaking in the window at her in the morning, as they started their working day and she showered for hers. I'd seen her that morning too, emerging from the shower, dewy and damp, white and tan, a tumble of her golden blonde locks flowing over her shoulders, lovely protuberances topped by cherry pink nipples just asking to be sucked, blonde/brown curly.