Why... why do you need that, too?" He was taking everything from her--pride, morals, all of it!"I want to hear you beg, you stuck up little bitch! Beg...!" A-all right," she sighed hopelessly, "do it to me... I-I want you to do it to me." Not like that. Say 'fuck.' Ask me to fuck you!" Fuck me... Oh God... yes, yes, fuck me!" she almost screamed it at him through her clenched teeth and tears streaked her face as she uttered the unforgivably obscene word. Her capitulation to his demands was. Maybe it doesn’t matter that I came out of this one. Would she really be surprised if I pushed my cock back up inside of her? Maybe she’d actually like it?” Now I’m fucking polishing with greed at full speed, thinking it’s wrong and I’m going to hell because thinking of fucking my mom was way more intense than I thought it was going to be. I came harder than I ever thought I would watching her clean in the same friggin’ room with no fucking clue what a class A pervert her son was getting his. Bartlett met us at the door and immediately took me to the bar. I am a beer drinker and he had any kind you wanted so I knew I was going to have a good time. Other than a couple of other young couples whose wives worked for the company (neither of them were one of the two guys who watched the action at the pool house) everyone else were older friends of the Bartletts. A few minutes after we got there the company pilot, Chuck, showed up. It turned out he was single and was a good friend of Mr.. I stepped back and thought to myself about how much fun this all was and how lovely Sherri looked with her distorted breasts, and how much more fun I could have with her next week. Agnes came and stood beside me and started stroking my bottom. I squirmed under her touch especially when her finger slipped along between my cheeks and found the base of the plug. She played with it for some time pushing it into me before her finger moved on and uncovered my little secret. My pussy was soaked, and.