I guess this wasn’t so bad.She barely got started, when DJ decided to help, joining her in the kitchen. I should have known something was up. He has...n’t lifted a finger to help me with dinner in over twenty-five years of marriage.His idea of helping was to grab Emma’s ass while she started her prep work. It was obviously part of their plan to put on a show for me, much like the sex video they made for me for my birthday. DJ knee I liked to watch, and they were flaunting the situation.DJ was. I was holding to my guns and I was not going to do anything with this man. I was literally afraid to. We got back into the car and he put his hand on my leg. I was trying to play it off but I was horny as fuck. Something about certain liquors just gets me horny as hell. I close my eyes as his hand rubs my leg. My pussy is soaking wet, mainly from the drinks, but wet none the less. As I opened my eyes he was leaning in to kiss me. I blocked the kiss and in the same motion redirected his. He pressed his flesh up against my backside. I felt warm and weakened by it. As I reached over the desk to hang up, Mike probed two fingers into me. I made a faint yelp, I missed hanging the phone up as i caught my breath. Mike jammed them up inside me and I fumbled the phone again. Mike pulled me away from the desk and I hung onto the top counter as he moved my hips out away. I spread my legs further apart while Mike kept jamming his fingers deep into me. He pulled them out and with any. I could see the jealousy in Georgia's eyes. She wanted that dick in her. That wonderful cock plunging over and over into her cunt. I squirmed, humping my hips as much as the ropes would allow, their fibers digging into my skin.Then Daddy ripped his dick out of my pussy. I moaned in frustration, biting down on my rubbery dildo gag. I missed his cock. My cunt needed him fucking me. I wanted to rip off this ball gag and order him to...No. Stop thinking like that. I was the slave.Daddy thrust not.