Was it an act of defiance, or an act of obedience? I could not tell. She was naked underneath.She had never undressed for me, but for him she had done...it now. For him, and for all the others.Her body was lean, her breasts were round and firm, her crotch was shaved. Her belly and her thighs were marked by a dense patterns of red stripes. She was a truly beautiful sight. A collective sigh of appreciation arose from the crowd.I pushed on.She stretched up her arms, and the executioner, stepping on. Kate was alone. It was still only a fantasy. Sprawled naked on her bed, the redheaded mom's thighs trembled as she finger-fucked her gooey pussy as fast as she could. Her encounter with young Randy Ross had happened only a few hours ago, and it had made her cunt unbearably wet and horny. The more she remembered how wonderfully Randy had fucked her, the more she thought of Marty. Her lust for her own son had become unbearably strong.He was in the living room now, Kate knew, reading a magazine.. As Ron thrust into her, Monica's muffled moans grew louder and louder until she started shaking and shuddering and he could feel her squeezing his cock rhythmically. It was enough to send him over the edge, and he shoved himself in as far as he could go and spurted into the lovely redhead's pussy again and again.When his orgasm finally subsided, he slowly withdrew, once again leaving Monica gaping open. She immediately pushed herself down onto her husband, who opened his mouth to cover her. " Alright, honey-buns, get that keester over here "Scampi growled.I'd watched Blondie go through the routine so many times I knew it by heart already. But Scampi felt he had to go over everything with me, step by step, so I humoured him. We did a quick run-through without Chef Fido and I amazed the director by being letter perfect."Alright!" he exclaimed, turning to the dog trainer. "Come on, you nelly... get that black turd over here... and keep the fucking choke chain on him this time!"Scampi.