And we started taking it apart. We claimed – those that lived – that they had been rude. They hadn’t, that was a lie. God don’t like lies. He ...ut Milly, Bonzi’s old lady in boiling honey for that. Even a bad truth is better than a good lie, so he says. Heh man, I’m no sexist, it’s just a manner of speaking, calling the Big Cheese a he.The ladies in Linklater’s coffee shop tried to brazen it out when a couple of us went in. They sat down and asked for coffee, all polite like. Then they started. She couldn’t believe this. This cocky son of a bitch was fingering her just 3 feet from her husband. And her friend was acting out the story as she described it.It was quiet for a bit, just some heavy breathing…..then Alan broke the silence….”then what happened honey” Tyrone smiled, he knew Alan liked hearing his wife talk about it. And he was pretty sure that Alan knew what he was doing to his wife.“She wrapped her lips around his cock.” Tyrone put his hand on the back of Kat’s head and guided. That was about a week ago now. Well that next morning I woke up naked in my parents bed at about 9:30 naked from the sex the night before, walked into my kitchen and saw my mom sitting at the table in lingerie with a coverup just wrapped around her but not hiding anything with my one of my dress I had hidden in my dresser on the table with a matching bra and panties set I had never seen before and some fake louboutins. My mom noticed I had walked in and looked up from her ipad and put down her. She even felt eager to feel Crystal's tongue again.As if sensing her desire, Crystal leaned in and planted a kiss right at the top of the slit."Ooh!" Brit exclaimed, her eyes lighting up in pleasure. "Thank you, Mistress!"Crystal pulled back and giggled. "I think you're enjoying being my slave. Maybe we should make it permanent." I'm not enjoying it that much!" Brit said."Well, we'll just have to see if we can't change your mind by the time we're through. But first, I think a little humiliation.