We talked very little, as normal. My mom rarely said anything, and neither of us seemed to mind silence, but she always gave me space to talk if I was... so inclined. My mom was real good that way. When she was satisfied that nothing was wrong, that I simply didn’t feel like running in the wet, damp, cold day, she suggested a nice, hot bath. One of the nice things about the new home that we’d moved into with Dan is that it had an oversized, jetted tub. Her bathroom was cold, as it was against the. She got up and crawled up to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck; her breasts smashing up against his back. His cock slowly rose in his boxers. “Am I torturing you that much?” She whispered seductively in his ear. He nodded.“Yes.” He groaned.“Ok. I have an idea.”“What?” He almost turned around. She moved out of his line of sight and bopped him on the head.“Wait, until I say it first. If you wanna see me naked, you have to do something for me first.”“And what might that be?” She leaned. She did that with me." Said Dean. "Fuck her good man, harder, break her, make her our whore!"Jason grabbed my wife's thighs and increased the pace. He was now pounding her good and Judy was keeping pace."UNH, UNH, OH YES, OH GOD PLEASE..." said Judy."Please what whore?" asked Jason."Please...PLEase...PLEASE...FUCK ME!!!! OH GOD I'M SORRY, SO SORRY, I HAVE TO HAVE IT. FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!!" Judy cried.They had done it. They had broken her and she was now there's to do with as they pleased.Jason. “I’m the President! I’m the President!” Kayla sang as she ran down the steps behind me.The Freshmen looked at each other with confusion.“Just roll with it. You’ll get used to her.” I said to the girls.There were some giggles.“What’s all that stuff?” Kayla asked, pointing at the pile of bags and boxes.“Basics. Some clothes and beds and blankets and stuff.”“Oh awesome. We already started making a shopping list.” Kayla replied.“Yeah, I bet you did. Well, I bet that everyone wants a shower.”“Uh.