After all, it wasn’t like she could date her step-cousin. That kind of made her giggle, the fact that she couldn’t date him but she’d slept with... him. The little ironies of life. It was a short phone call, with a wistful goodbye… oh how she wished that he was home… it wasn’t just that she was horny (although she was) or craving rough sex (which she definitely was), she wanted to get their relationship (Did they have one?) sorted out. Everything was undefined right now and she didn’t want it to. Did. You. Say?" I bit out."You heard me," Paige snapped. "I saw you go into Mom's room last night. And I heard her. You fucked Mom, you fucking pervert! First you spank me, then you finger my pussy, then you fuck Mom? What's wrong, that little redhead whore you were dating didn't put out enough? Or do you just prefer the little blonde whore who sleeps at the end of the hall?"That did it. Paige glared at me defiantly, a mysterious grin on her face. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder,. “Oh damn, I have to get a good shot of that face.” And Robert pointed his camera right at my face. “Damn, you are one nasty bitch.” I could only imagine what my face looked like, but didn’t have time to clean it as the man’s cock was forced, this time fully hard, into my mouth. I began to suck and lick on the bottom of his big nasty cock and he pumped about half of his cock in and out of my mouth while I sucked and moaned. After only a few minutes, I could tell by the sounds that he was making. I phoned Catherine to tell her we would be staying for one more night, and told her to go out and have a nice evening, and we would most likely be returning in the morning. After an hour or so, Lillian suggested we returned to our room to 'dress for dinner’; I didn't feel the need but was getting used to the ways of the rich and went along with her. Dinner that evening was not what I expected, not that I knew what to expect. Lillian’s friends were two ladies she has known since her younger day,.