Vicky tied, Vicky on the receiving end, Vicky moaning as she drools on a ball gag. Yes, to gag her, that is the answer.Implements, forcing her ever cl...oser as she strains and moans and drools. Hair pulled, arms tied, legs spread. Implements, bringing her to the brink…“Nearly there.”The car’s eaten up the miles and we’re entering built-up area. Vicky’s attention doesn’t waver. She taps, taps, taps on the phone as if she couldn’t care less where we are.Not long now. Time for the moment of truth.I. “Donna,” said Jerry, “I’d like for you to meet Coach White. He’s the golf coach for Ellington.” Donna glanced at George. He looked like someone about to mount the gallows instead of a perfectly fine golfer who should be trying to impress his maybe-to-be coach. Donna turned her attention back to coach White and offered her hand. “So you’re the guy who’s going to see that George gets a much deserved scholarship.” The coach took her hand. ” It was more like the military in the 90’s—”Don’t ask, and don’t tell.”In early 1976 MaryAnn’s mother moved in with us. I never got along with her, but I maintained a wary truce with old slutty bitch. She really had no choice about moving in as she was diagnosed with the big “C” and there was no one in Oak Park, IL to take care of her. Her younger brother, the one that is two years older than MaryAnn, was a prominent Radiologist and partner in the largest hospital in Pensacola. Her treatment. She wanted it badly enough that we were going to fuck no matter what!Chastity rolled onto her side and watched suddenly completely recovered and hungry for more. Her eyes were drinking in the muscles in the legs of her mother as she bounced up and down on my glistening shaft. She started to ask something and I put my finger across her lips to stop her. Her mother had her eyes closed, completely lost in the sensation of my fat prick sliding in and out of her neglected vagina.Then Chastity took.