Oh, I was sure of that all right; remember we'd been married almost ten years. But she was also extremely pissed with me, because I'd spent most of th...e evening, "With those painted harlots!" Sylvia's words, not mine.Yeah well, I gave back as good as I received. I suggested that Sylvia's annoyance was tantamount to the kettle calling the pot black, an analogy that Sylvia didn't appear to understand. And I reminded Sylvia that all games have to have two teams at least. If she wanted to play. We all make mistakes, and pay for ‘em.” Bells responded breezily. “Unfortunately, I think this might be one of those times where you’ll going to pay for your mistake far beyond anything me or Mother do to you. Not that it was your fault, exactly. Just that you didn’t stop to think the flowers might be dangerous.” Her gaze was bleak as she picked up his left arm, examining it closely.Hiryu felt a shiver of unease despite the comforting healing song. “What do you mean? You can fix it – can’t. "You are a right little slut," I told her, "you have squirted all over my wrist."I licked a little of her juice and then grinned at her. "It actually tastes quite nice. It is sweet, just like you. See you can taste it for yourself as you lick my hand clean."I held my hand to her mouth and she did as she was told. I shut off the vibrator and moved over to where Dave had just finished administering his punishment to my mother."Would you like to take over Lucy?" I asked she has just been punished. Jane stood beside the bed slowly wanking Dave's cock as they both watched Sue's arse rise and fall as she fucked her husband.“Come on, fella. Get your cock up my wife's arsehole and let's see what two hard cocks can do for her!” Steve said as Sue ground her clit into his belly.“Go on, darling, think of that tight little hole gripping that rod of yours.” Jane's voice was husky with lust as she looked at the small pink orifice that would soon stretch to allow her husband's mushroom headed cock.