... making me scream your fucking name.. fucking me like an anal slut.... Like a fuck slut.. on your marital bed.. where you sleep every night.. fucki...ng me from behind...” she said, spreading her legs and shoving fingers into her soaking wet pussy.“bend me over, and fuck me doggy style.. pulling my fucking hair all the way back so I’m facing you.. kiss me while you fuck me.. then push my head forward and grab my hips.. slamming into my ass... mmmm nice and hard, how I fucking want it. How I. It was average, not especially long or especially fat, just normal.I was suddenly struck by my own reaction to what was happening to me here in my own home this morning. I was about to be blackmailed into having sex with yet another strange man. A week ago I would have been traumatized. I would have been nearly in shock. I would, as either of my children would have said, freaked out.But not now. Now I felt the vestiges of mild anger that a stranger would come into my home and treat me this way.. Her kisses and caresses became more demanding. Despite his situation, Danny once again began to respond, hips lifting from the bed. His cock hurt, but he wanted to orgasm so badly. He moaned in frustration as the ropes prevented him from touching her. Tasha ran her hands up over his chest again before her fingers closed around his throat. She did not squeeze, but his tensing was enough to send her over the edge in a third, powerful orgasm.?????Danny was helpless to stop her. Her hands tightened. ”“Trust you to try figuring out how to be a teenager by reading a parenting book. Is this where all that stuff came from that you said to your father this afternoon?”“Yeah, sort of!”I took the book out of her hand and replaced it with her jacket. I put the book back down, picked up my own jacket and we were ready to go out.Mum and Tara were bathing Angie so we poked our heads into the bathroom and said our goodbyes.Our two dads had settled into the living room and opened beers. They both looked.