"Gimme your cock," she said to a nameless person."Push it deep inside me," she begged as she began to slip her toy into her pussy.She stifled her moan...as the toy disappeared in her depths. She nearly wanted Greg to burst into her room with the same energy that he confronted her with in the living room. She wanted to see his furled eyebrows as he violently removed his clothes and got between her legs."This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" she imagined him asking.She took the toy from her. Gradually she started to remember bits and pieces of what happened last night. From the way her facial expressions changed she was reliving some of the highlights and they weren't all pleasant. It was then that I made my move to take over as the head of the household with mom occupying a very minor position in the new order of things. The way I saw things, mom was a whore and had proved it big time last night. At school there were tramps who put out for just about anyone with a few dollars to. We made a quick snack and relaxed to watch television and sip wine while she sat and I rubbed her feet after eight hours at the store, only a minute and she leaned her head back to breathe as I squeezed her foot to loosen it now free from her shoes. I wiggled around to take off my vest and sport just a t shirt then lean back watch her breathe as I rub her ankle, I remark she loves to be rubbed and she opens her eyes and tells me the wine is relaxing combined with the company. Reaching up to rub. She was clearly tired and her voice was hoarse as she chanted the prayers offering her cunt to the service of her god.In a whisper, Sister Moriah instructed Susan to remove her habit and climb up along one side of the statue's thighs. As Sister Adina climbed off, she was to swing her leg over and lower herself upon the phallus. As soon as the stone tip entered her, she was to start praying and must cease neither movement nor prayer until she was relieved. Susan was praying already. She was.