I felt her tapered, red polished finger nails push their way down the back of my t shirt pausing at the belt of my shorts only to begin digging at the...base material of my t- shirt. The t-shirt soon discarded, our hands began a duel for supremacy over my belt buckle. Retreating from that lost battle my hands advanced to the remaining 5 buttons on the front of her dress. The cool air of the basement raised bumps on my flesh as I stood before her dressed only in short cotton briefs. The olive of. As they kissed, her hand went for the button and zipper on his shorts. Her hand slid in and grabbed his already hard cock. He pulled his shorts off and I watched my wife make out with him as she stroked him and rubbed his balls. Scott answered back by slipping a hand up her shirt. He quickly unsnapped her bra and she sat up, removed her shirt and then leaned back into him to stroke him some more. The kissing intensified. I could hear soft moans from her now as they pressed harder into one. “Once they put you in a home you may never see you mother or little sister again, all I have to do is speak to the police and they will come round the next day and take you all away”I got really upset, it would be terrible if something like that happened, I started crying then, and he gave me a tissue.“Please Mr. Hassan. Don’t go to the police” I pleaded crying.He looked at me up and down, and then stared at my legs, saying.“You’re a very pretty girl Susan; you know, your mothers not going to. The sight of my arse bobbing as I worked proved too much for my new owner; as my cock stiffened all the more with the scent and taste of her spicy anal juices, I heard the whoosh of the cane once more. I yelped audibly as the strongly superior woman administered her cane smartly, making my arse pulse with a pain which seemed to be magnified all the more; my anus clenching on the plug in fear, tensioning the caned area and increasing the wicked sting. Blanche laughed and strutted haughtily.