" ... Give me some lust, Katrina ... Look down ... Your shoulders are down now, put them back up..." Peter was giving directions and he did that prett... well, " ... Mommy, just hold the banana ... Don't move it ... Spread your lips a little ... Put a finger in ... Just a little ... Hold it..."Katrina was sitting against the open refrigerator, her knees up and legs spread, watching as my mother knelt on the floor between them. It looked like Mom was fucking Katrina with a banana, although they. The cord had bit so deeply into Adrianna’s soft skin that it stayed in place despite the slacking of the tension. She hoarsely gasped for air taking deep, whistling painful breaths through her assaulted larynx. ?Ok Adrianna – breathe. Good girl.? Adrianna was limp. A moan, that was a distressed sigh, sounded from her mouth and her body collapsed like she was sleeping. Only her chest, rising and falling heavily, gave proof of life. Jane uncurled the velvet rope from her hands and looked. I stopped a few feet short, not wanting to startle her, but also taking an extra second to admire her pretty ass. As I stood there, something about her seemed different. At first I couldn't place it, so I just stared quietly at her shapely hips and the way they finished themselves nicely into her ass. As my eyes followed the curve of her hips, the difference hit me like a ton of bricks. Her skirt had pulled up as she bent over, and I realized she didn't have any panties on, and I was looking. He stands him up and pops Andrew’s shoulder back into place as I hear a car pull up behind dad’s car and I hear Coach Marcos say, “Oh fuck.” I look back and see a cop car and a policeman walking up.“What’s going on here,” the police officer asks. Dad stares at me with a grin and I smirk.“Nothing officer,” Coach Marcos says, who seems very nervous. “My car broke down and these kind gentlemen helped get it going again.”The police officer stares intently at him and says. “Then get out of here,.