" Tom snapped back, "Well you can keep her!"The venom in my son's voice made me gasp in dismay, even Sam seemed momentarily lost for words."Apologise ...o your mother." Sam said at last."What mother?" Tom snorted."Tom!" I gasped with my heart feeling as heavy as lead."That's it!" Sam snapped in anger, "Apologise to your mother or go to your room and be grounded until I get back." Fine." Tom replied turning to leave the room."Tom, please," I called out to him desperately, "I'm sorry, Tom, God I'm. "Let go of me!" That's the kind of fight I like to see in a wench!" He sent a wicked leer at her with his words.Jillian beat her fist against his chest and face, but he didn't seem to notice. He smirked at the crew chasing the fleeing guests. Before she could stop it, he had pitched her over his shoulder to carry her up the stairs after his crew.From her inverted view, she saw the bloody result of the crew's passing. Men dressed in costumes lay moaning on the ground clutching their wounds. One. Almost unconsciously, Anna responded by arching her back to stretch the cramped muscles. She had been restricted for so long, and her tennis injury didn't make it any easier. She wiggled her ass somewhat to loosen things up in her lower back, and it felt real good. The next moment though, that all changed - drastically -!!!"Hey... what?"'Mr. Proper' had stepped up to one of the extra pairs of foot-supports (finally revealing their purpose), and with a firm grip he took Anna's love handles in. He followed my lead and each put a finger into her now sopping wet pussy. “Kiss John,” I commanded, and she did, whimpering “no” and trying to keep from being aroused. I said to her loud enough for the men in the bar to hear: “Honey, unzip his pants and take out his cock.” I felt it was safe to do so, because there were only four other aroused men in the bar including the bartender. Moni unzipped his pants, as I had commanded.“Take John’s cock out and suck it” and she did so, as I put three.