There you are.And that’s what happened to Jennifer and me. We didn’t plan to go where we went and didn’t try to go where we went but ... somehow... there we were.The next little step was a really small one but it impacted me a heck of a lot.It was when Jennifer opened the shower door to watch me jerk off and this time, instead of just rubbing her fingers over her pussy lips real fast (like she’d started doing the third or fourth time she watched me with the shower door open), she stuck her middle. . . it’s pervert. . .” She was crying, now.“Piss yourself, right now!” John didn’t care her protests. “I’m your master, little one, don’t forget. . . I’m in charge. . . go ahead, baby. . . piss. . . piss!”“Do it, mommy. . . please. . . do it. . .” it was Scott. The vision of his mother at the full mercy of the big stud had aroused again the sexual desire of Carol’s son, who was anxious, now, to watch another step of her debasing and abuse.“Do it, mom,” he continued. “Nobody knows! Just you and. Pretty looked up and saw that the convoy destined for L-249 only hadfour trucks. Big Dog, Jammer, Mack Attack and Mackenzie, but only threehad a cargo designation.Hugging the first woman the Avian said, "Mom I thought you said Ringneckwas going with the Earth Convoy." He hasn't found anyone to ride along yet," said the one named Swallow."She's here Swallow, but like our son she is too shy to ask," stated thewoman Fox.Now even more curious Pretty listened even closer. She'd only seen oneother. I heard the duct tape tear and before I could ask she taped my ass cheeks together holding the dildo in place. “Now you just stay there while I have a smoke break” she said as she left the room and closed the door. A few minutes later I heard the doorbell and voices in the living room.Then the bedroom door opened I couldn’t see the door from my compromised position and it seemed like forever before anyone spoke. My greatest fear was confirmed when I heard her boyfriend’s voice. “look at this”.