I heard John gasp as I did and heard him mumbling ‘Oh my God, oh my God’ over and over. John came to me in that same instant hugged me to him and ...ried out Oh my God Angel you truly are an Angel,’ and with that pulled me to the hall stairway without another word. I tried desperately not to cry as he gasps and words as I stepped into the hall ran over and over in my mid. I was in disbelief not only of his gasp and words but his tone a tone that rang out with sincerity as he cried them out his. "Take it, you bitch!" Alice screamed and jerked and twisted around, pulling her arms in front of her face again, but she didn't try to run. I whipped her again. She made a sound like a neighing horse. I liked it more than the other cries. In the middle of this I noticed her vagina was still bare. She was still shaving. The bitch! I turned the belt the other way. Hit her with the buckle end! "Take that for your cunt!" The belt whistled and made a jingling sound when it hit her labia. She grabbed. She was just about to say something to the girls when the doors opened and the girls rushed forward taking Sharon with them. Before she realized what was happening, Sharon found herself standing in the middle of a half remodeled reception area with a single large four-legged table, and some chairs in the middle of the otherwise empty space. ‘What’s going on here?’ Sharon asked. She suddenly made a dash for the elevator, before the doors closed, but only made it a couple of feet before the. Her big melons were not getting fully in my palms and when I looked down at them, I saw that I had only cupped her pinkish large areola. Her nipples were digging into my palms now and I felt as if two little penises have born on her motherly cushions and were trying to fuck my hands. Just as I was holding her from both her humongous breasts, I looked in the mirror on the wall and saw myself. I was looking better than a man and the very idea of holding my mother by her tits, like a bull by his.