" She grabbed a cake from the refrigerator and hurried off to answer the door.The kitchen was at the back of the house so there was no way Mrs. Johnso... could see Lynn. She could hear their voices through the house as the older woman rambled on. She was a talker, that Mrs. Johnson. Poor Kat wouldn't be back anytime soon.Lynn sat on the edge of the table thinking about this strange afternoon. In her mind she kept seeing Kat's wet panties. The more she thought about it, the more she felt a tingle. " Yes, Miss Becky," the obedient steed, er, girl turned and conveyed her passenger out of Kathy's room."Keep your feet on the floor, Becky," Mommy cautioned, "and don't put too much weight on her back." Yes, Ma'am." They're so cute," Mommy cooed. "Say what you will about convents, but that's where you get the best slaves." Mommy?" Becky and Kim appeared again at the door."Yes, dear?" You haven't forgotten tomorrow night's the play, have you?" Why no, Becky, we'll all be there to see you play. No complaints from me. Spank, after, spank, after spank, after spank. Oh god it hurt so good. I moaned into the covers. “Who do you think you are? You don’t beg, you’re MY slut. You hear me? I say when you can touch yourself? Okay?” Another spank. “Mmmpph.” I liked the sound of my muffled moaning. If only he would gag me again. “I decide when it’s time for me to fuck you.” The spanking continued. I regressed into my mind. Oh god Shaun. Please. Please fuck me. MMMPMPH, oh my god that hu-MMPPH,. " You are shitting me! You are asking us to fuck your wife?" That's exactly what I'm asking. I want you both to fuck her and get anyone else you know who would like a taste to stick it to her. I've got a private eye watching her and building a case. If I can show that she is a round heeled slut I think I can get custody of my kids."Mike said, "I don't mind telling you that she has given me a hard dick since the ninth grade and I'd love a taste, but how do I do it if she is tied up with.