She forced a smile to her lips, waved, and pretended to go back to filling up cups with ice."That's right slut. Give a nice wave." Mrs. Anderson said,...while she continued to finger fuck the horny young housewife. "Nothing happening up here. Just two wives getting to know each other. Very - very well." Please," Sara begged. "Please stop before-" "Be a dear and hand me that spatula," Mrs. Anderson said, completely ignoring Sara's protests.The spatula was greasy and covered with bits of charred. I paid the tab, escorted her to elevator, and up to her room on the fifth floor.When we arrive at her room, she asked me if I would come in with her. I told her that I could only stay for a short period of time because I had some work to do. She stated that she wouldn't keep me long. She took her shoes off and sat on a large sofa and asked me to sit next to her. Because I was off for the night, I was wearing jogging pants, sneakers and a polo shirt. I notice that she had a look on her face as. Did my daddy make you moan like a bitch in heat when he fucked you Clarice?” Monica asked.“Oh yes Monica. Our daddy fucked me like I’m his little bitch who is always in heat for him. He fucked me like my big dog, the leader of the pack.” Clarice said.I knew humiliation got Monica hot, so I was trying to get her blushing from head to pussy and get her so hot she’d give in to her desire to make love with Judy.“Monica is such a good little slut bitch.” I pushed her head down so her lips were. She smelled it then, the soft petals of a rose. She felt the petals slide down her chin, her neck, along her chest, brushing lightly over her nipples. "You are so beautiful babyboo. Just like a rose." He whispered to her. She felt his lips gently kiss each of her breasts and a soft sigh escaped her lips. She longed to see him, to feel him, to touch him, to kiss him, and to taste him. His hands roamed over her body then, and she moaned softly when she felt his fingers brush over the delicate.