By that I mean that he held his legs wide apart for better thrusting power. This meant that Lisa was laying there with her legs apart, like a frog…w...ll like a dead frog. I had went and taken an old french tickler from my dresser. It had been given as a joke. It was thick and had row of hard tips sticking out over the entire surface. I supposed it could be used on a woman with very leather like skin on her cunt but like I said it was a joke condom. I slid it on my cock and felt it stretch some. I did all my tasks whatever he told me was done and I did extra as much as I could he gave me a job no interview I was like not prepared at all and nervous as hell. I was scared when the women called my name to see Jack before I new it was him. When I saw him my nerves went away like in a second. I told him last night about it we laughed about it. Jack needed help and wanted me to stay later since everyone left it was just me and him. He asked me how was my first day. I was like Yes it was. . beg permission!” The masochism he’d learned to enjoy in having his spirit crushed beyond redemption, was illuminated to its full extent, his cock pulsing rigid below him in the need to know the final ecstasy of feminine spite as he croaked out what had been commanded of him, a chorus of applause and the cynical laughter of the two most satisfied women, awarding him cutting and lusty humiliation.“I beg ... beg your permission ... permission to be ... be ... executed.” That cynical laughter. ’ There’s a time to make love and there’s a time to fuck, and this is the latter, because that’s what I want from you. There, that’s good. Make it proper time. Not a complete quickie, but not a slow burner, either. I want a hard and fast fuck. In fact, Eddie, go grab a camcorder. I want to watch this in action, my father pounding the holy shit out of my mother in front of everyone.“Don’t worry, this part ain’t a sin like the rest of what’s going to happen. You’re just doing the missus, after.