She had always used her allure and favors to accomplish her goals but she also got off on it and learned to like it, rationalizing her own behavior as...necessary because she was too proper to want wild sex. But when pushed near the edge, she had the potential to leap far beyond. Last night had confirmed my theory.I worked through lunch the next day and rushed home a half hour earlier than usual to give me extra time alone with Mom before Dad arrived. Mom was surprised to see me, and then again,. Dont you dare contradict me. Just say what I tell you to say. Understand? I understand, she said. Good. He applied a little pressure to her throat and she felt a thrill of anticipation. Tell me what kind of a slut you are. Im a nasty, dirty, filthy, bad little slut. He ran his finger gently all up and down her slit. Good. Tell me who youre letting touch your pussy. My brother. Im letting my brother touch my pussy. He added another finger, spreading her lips wider, but not penetrating her cunt.. And undress yourself whilst you’re at it.What? You thought brainboxes don’t need a bit of rough?”“Is that what I am? A bit of rough?”“Ohhh, I hope so” We dissolved to underpants only and, sniggering like a couple of school kids (which, after all, we had only just stopped being), we went under the blankets. Before I’d even got my hands on her breasts, her hand was inside my pants! She was, she said, pleased that it was ready for action; perhaps that was the reason for getting me to undress the. "Bring it," I grinned.Before long the four of us piled into a taxi and were on our way back to their place. I sat between bottom guy and the bearded one, who couldn't keep his hands off my thigh the whole ride. I could see him getting harder and slipped my own hand to his crotch, giving him a few rubs for good measure.We got there and headed upstairs. As soon as we were in the door the clothes started coming off, but bottom guy stopped the action and bade me come with him into the bedroom,.