Brenda presented the finish-the-basement-and-furnish-a-nursery scenario, and the women dissected it, in painful detail. I excused myself, and went ups...airs to consider how my plans for happy fun times had changed. Shit. It appeared that my weekend was summed up in the admonition, ‘No Nookie For You!’.I was puttering around upstairs, folding laundry and putting towels away, when there was a vigorous pounding upon the front door. I tucked a pistol into my belt (‘Be Prepared’ being The Scout. Until you realized what making sure you’d followed my instructions meant. You froze at my touch, your breath catching as without fanfare I ran my open hand up the back of your stockinged thigh, past the welt onto bare skin, then let it linger, cupping one of your firm, bare cheeks. I ran my other hand through your hair, just forcefully enough that you knew it was an unspoken command that you were still not to turn around. “I’m pleased”. As quickly as those words allowed you to begin breathing. "If you don't leave," I snarled. "My husband will turn you intomincemeat. He's out hunting." We'll deal with him, when the time comes," Peter said and pushed thedoor closed. After hesitating a moment, he pressed the button to lock thedoor.Ed walked to me. "Now, behave yourself like a slut should, and we mightlet you live it us, without tying you up in the basement."I allowed him to pull me up on my knees."Damn, that cleavage sure is something," Peter said. Despite mysituation, I experienced a. I was poking into her pussy with my tongue and grinding my face over her pussy lips and her clit. I felt Johns cock brush against my butt as he got behind me. I started to pump my butt back toward him hoping he would slip his cock into my pussy. Mistress Kim can I fuck her? John asked. Kims hand went to the back of my head and she pulled my face roughly into her pussy as she replied, Now John fuck the little bitch. I felt him placing his cock at my pussy then he pushed it forward into my pussy..