She loved pissing him off so much. I was getting nervous that he would notice her interest in me, but at the same time, her bitchiness towards him was...one of my favorite qualities of hers, so I loved it. After a while we got tired of playing games and decided to just turn the tv on. Archer was on, and it was our favorite show. We decided to play a drinking game that involved us taking a drink every time Archer drank, they showed some tits, or someone got shot in the leg. If you know the show. Can you hear me?Yes, Bud, I can hear you. I am amazed. Let's see if we can make this a three-way conversation. Margie, can you hear me when I am connected to Bud?Oh, my goodness, Mom, I sure can. Bud, try to say something to Mom and me at the same time.Mrs. Hunter, Margie, can you both hear me?I can hear you, Bud, with no problem. By the way, while we are speaking mentally like this, it seems to me that you should call me Ann. Mrs. Hunter seems so formal.Okay, Ann, I'll try to remember that.. Our fucking had began in the kitchen when he insisted on a blowjob over his morning coffee. Then he put honey on my tits and pussy and licked it all off while he fingered me. He began fucking me on the kitchen table, moved me to the bathroom where we showered and soaped each other, and then had me suck him off for a long time before laying me here on the bed and proceeding to treat me like his whore. His strong thrusting brought me closer and closer to my orgasmic screaming. I could tell I was. As I finally made it to my feet, Samantha disappeared around the corner, and Jessica stepped inside my house. I followed Jessica into my living room and sat in my chair, across the room from Jessica, who was now seated on my sofa. I asked Jessica why she kicked me and pulled me on top of her. As I asked, I remembered Samantha, and her camera. It began to dawn on me that I had been set up for blackmail. I was just beginning to feel sick when Samantha entered the room stating that the film was.