She managed to remain pious until this night when her pussy felt the familiar sensation of a cock sliding inside. All inhibitions abadoned her leaving...only a sex starved lady at our disposal. I was still inside her feeling the warm orifice envelope me completely. I started moving to and for with her legs wrapped around my hip. She started co-operating as the guys watched with their hardons still intact.They didn’t wait long to be serviced by our sexy maid. Alex held her face and guided himself. "She returned to her desk chair, her demeanor shifting into medical professional mode. "Did you know I did my fellowship in psychiatry? It's very common for women in controlling relationships to minimize the problem. Abuse doesn't have to be physical. It can be emotional or psychological too."Brandee straightened up in the chair, responded in an even tone: "This is not an abusive relationship, Karen. My marriage to Dennis, that was an abusive relationship. He was a racist asshole. I was just. I sure do appreciate ya killin' as many of them Injuns as ya did. When I gits big enough, I'm gonna kill the rest of 'em!"There was nothing for me to say for that comment, so I changed the subject. "How old are you, Jane, and where can we find you some clothes?" I'm nine years old. All of my clothes are in the cabin. Maybe some of them ain't burned, yet."We went into the cabin and looked, but it was in a mess with almost everything reduced to rags or ashes. We did manage to find a large enough. I said "Dad, what are you chatting about?" He said "Come and have a look". They were talking about me, what I had done, and how sexually hot everything was at the moment. If only they knew what I had planned. My knickers were getting very wet, and I put a finger inside my pussy and gently stroked myself. All the time I could see Dad's cock getting bigger inside his trousers so I undid his trousers, pulled down his zip and saw his cock bulging inside his pants. I told Dad to stand up so I could.