“I have been looking for you. I want to introduce you to Martha and Bill.”I walked over shook hands and smiled. I did not know how I felt or what ...I should do. I had learned over many years that when I am confused or angry, the best course of action is to so nothing. Think it over first, so I started thinking.I looked at Becky in a whole new light. She had refused me sex for a quite some time, and I believed she simply had lost interest. It turns out she had only lost interest in me. She looked. To hurt such nice tits. His other hand massaging the hurt from my pussy lips. He kept up a running commentary on how wet I was as his fingers slid over and around my clit. And I was wet. I've always produced lots of juice. It was nothing new for my ass to be in a wet spot from my pussy juices before a man even came in me. Despite what I may have been thinking about being whipped, a deeper part of me was excited. Standing with a metal rod up my ass while Marty's fingers moved between my lips.. I've had enough. We're better poor than having that sorta stuff done to you." Mum actually giggled at this point. Dad seethed now. "Do I take this to mean you want them to do that? Am I really so unsatisfactory that you're fantasizing about THAT?" Mum went, "Sssh,it'll be okay. I'll switch off, love, I'm sure I won't enjoy it. I've got to do it anyway, so if that's what they want, does it matter?" Dad fumed, growling, "Well, I've never done that to you, and I never will." I never heard the. I looked up as Morgan strode into the room, he had Becky's left arm twisted behind her back and was frog marching her toward the bedrooms."Girl, we talked about this before you moved in and again twice after you arrived. I have known Bea longer than I have known you, and I trust and respect her. You cannot break us apart, and since you insist on being petty and refusing to be part of a trio, you need to move back out and find a new person to try to cling to," Morgan hissed."But..." Becky.