I was very focused on what I was doing so I had not noticed that Helen had climbed up on to the table and was sitting on my husband’s face with her ...are cunt. She only had on the sun dress she wore the other night and my husband was very busy eating and licking her wet snatch.She kept directing me as what to do and she was holding his big fat balls in her hands as I shaved each of them smooth. I then shaved down his ass and his whole backside she had his legs pulled back so it was very easy to. ”He emphasized his words with a soft, but audible slap. She moved her knees away from each other. Trying not to show him how horny she was. His hand were behind her thighs now; he was about to find out for himself anyway. She sucked air in through her teeth when a curious fingertip slid into her. She was very, very wet. Way too revealing. She could see herself in the large mirror on the doors of her wardrobe. The homeless man was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, and his hair was wet and. .." he replied, "I'm trying to enjoy this fucken apple! Now the woman don't want no murderess bastard sitting with three amazingly hot girls! Kay?" Olive set it straight. "you might as well get one of those flesh lights and fuck it! Cause you sure ain't getting any of these pussys! now go fuck that easy bitch... What's her name?" asked Olive, "Veronica Shepherd" Jessica answered, "VERONICA SHEPHERD!" Olive finished... "well that "bitch" is my sister" he said. Olive started choking on. 

"Am I permitted to ask what is happening and where we are going?"

"No. But I don't mind telling you. Do you recall saying you are my whore? That you want to be my whore?"

Almost imperceptibly, I nodded.

"Well you are on your way. Most whores start at the top and work their way down. You are going to do the reverse. First you are going to be a cheap whore, then later I'll arrange for you to be an expensive one."

I was too shocked to speak. I hadn't expected this. But then the nature of the.