I felt Master Brian's hands on my arse and then move between my arse cheeks where he found that I still had my butt plug in place. Pushing on the base..., driving it in a bit deeper, he leaned over my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "You really are a slut, bitch." All I could do was nod my head yes. I am just such a slut. Then he asked me if what I really wanted was his cock instead of a butt plug in my arsehole. Nodding my head yes again, he told me that I had to earn that privilege. If I did. 'Rachel' scanned the rest of the area for mom and noticedthat she was still being held in a standing position. She too was havingher titties sucked and massaged by Benny. Her shirt and sports bra hadbeen hiked up while her running pants was still intact, but not for longas the skinny gangster was moving his hand downwards to cup at mom'scrotch. The sound of 'her' assailant unzipping his pants brought theattention back to her own predicament. The fellow who was playing withher boobs earlier had. And keeping an eye out for a shapely bottom or a full-sized breast or just a pretty face when... I caught a glimpse of all three in the same jeans-and-vee-neck-blouse ahead of me.I followed her up the aisle, slowly, savoring the narrowness at her waistline, the way she rounded out the backside of her jeans and, yes, the more-than-handful globes in her blouse, much of which appeared in the loose fitting, deep-vee cut of her blouse. The black material set off the tanned-and-freckled skin of her. Salem, a Calico cat waited at the front door and followed him into the kitchen. "We've been invited to be on some game show." "The game show is to test the knowledge of mothers and daughter teams," Paul's mom said as she took the letter and read it. "It's a shame I don't have a daughter instead of son." "It would have been nice to be on the show," Paul sighed as he went to a room covered in space movie posters and had models of aliens in the head board cupboard of his bed. A glimmering look.