There was something about the way her new husband emphasized the "you" that hurt the young bride's feelings a little, but she swallowed her pride. Aft...er all, an ambassador's wife was not as important as an ambassador, as far as being a hostage was concerned, a hostage of any value, that is."Well, I suppose it is you they really want, dear," she told him while swallowing, "but I do have certain attributes." Automatically she reached for the buttons of her suit to see if they were all buttoned,. "Actually, she already has", said the woman. "We spoke to her today, and she's already here at our studio." Does she know about the video?"She does", was the reply."Where is the studio, I'm coming down there right now to sort this out!" I snarled.She gave me the address, and as it was almost 5pm, I left work and headed for London. I arrived at the address given, which wasn't a studio at all. It was a posh apartment near Bond Street, with an entry phone. I pressed the button, and was greeted by. Watching her mother suck on Alex like she was a worker in a porn shop made Izzy’s mind dart off in new and nastier directions. Maybe her mother really was this much of a freak all this time, maybe she married their father to try and make an honest woman out of herself, but Alex simply proved that she was a cock slut all along. Groaning, the dichotomy of her proper stepmother in the past and the slut cock sucking mother of the present blowing Izzy’s mind as she continued to play with herself,. He tried to pull her stockings down but ended up ripping them in the process as she felt the coldness of the air hit her, but soon forgot about it as his fingers traced the sides of her knickers, in the creases between her legs and her now soaking wet pussy. She so wanted to feel him push his fingers into her, to feel how much she was turned on by this whole situation, and especially him. He must’ve sensed this as he practically tore her pants off and fingered her ever so lightly with one.