It didn’t go unnoticed that Janet did not correct her name but many married people use their given name as their professional name. Janet said, this... is Jacques Dumont, an old friend. The reporter asked about her life over the last years and Janet never spoke of me or the kids as reasons for being less visible. She doesn’t want anyone to know about us ... it’s clear by what she’s not saying. That’s when her date pulled her close and kissed her for the cameras. If I was not livid before, I was. Her wrists were starting to hurt and she had a headache from last night. She stopped struggling and started to cry.The man said, ?Calm down. I will take of the gag and give you some what to drink. You must be de-hydrated from all the drinks last night. Yelling and screaming will not help you. But, I will let you yell and scream to get it out of your system.? Emily felt a hand on her face and a sharp pain across her chin as the tape was quickly ripped off. ?Son of a bitch.? She gasped. . She didn't bother getting dressed either. I'd been sucking her off while Lucy fucked me and my Mistress slapped my flushed face with her long cock before pulling away completely. Mistress Lucy reach for my tits, giving them a squeeze to make me moan. She pulled my back to her own heavy breasts and I spread my pale legs outside her thighs so that I could rub my burning clit while I rocked my stuffed cunt eagerly. Both of us were watching Mistress Stacy as she opened the door."Heath ... errrr .... .. oh, yes, fuck my ass... fuck the shit right out of my ass!" She threw her head back and writhed as he jammed his burning prick into her shithole. She shoved her ass back to help him."Shit, Cheri, you got a nice asshole," he moaned. "Beautiful!" Do it, lover!" she pleaded. "Fuck my ass! Fuck it good and don't stop. Pinch my tits and fuck my ass, Cousin! Cram me full of your big cock!"She couldn't stop herself then. She was a twisting, squirming ball of fuck-flesh. She gave in completely to.