So what's it going to be Greg, do you want to do what I tell you or shall I call the police? Or maybe I should just call your mother at work and tell ...her what you've been up to, what do you want me to do Greg?" OK, please don't call anyone; I'll do what you want." Good, now get the fuck out of your clothes."Well this sure hadn't gone the way I thought it would this morning. I reached down and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head and tossed it onto the chair next to me. I. “Hit it, b*o” he said backing off, his cock still dripping. Gladly! I thought, cock ready for that beautiful fuck slut. I sat her up and forced my cock beyond beautiful pouty lips. She opened wide, and held it there as I worked the head against the entrance of her throat over and over. Mmmm this was going to get good, I thought. Holding her head with both hands I face fucked her good. She took it like a champ! After a while, I noticed Rick was doing something with the video camera. I know now. She started playing with her swollen, grown clitoris until her body was relaxed. She took the chance once again and pressed the dildo against her unwilling ass hole. This time it slowly edged past her tight and the disobedient sphincter becoming much easy to slide right deep inside. The feeling of a dildo filling her was strange without having Nick’s body over her. She had no one to grab or hang onto. Only her own two hands; one handling the dildo and the other gripping the bedsheet. She sighed. Besides, I would have more dirty clothes from my trip so she held off on that. She moved to the bathroom. Here she had to spend a little time. She put some toilet bowl cleaner in to make sure the toilet was clean, she wiped down the fixtures and cleaned the sink. She arranged the things on the counter and wiped it down. She cleaned the mirrors and cleaned the shower stall. That took a little time, but it was done. Lastly she moved to the bedroom. Picking up the dirty clothes there and putting.