Not with my thoughts tingling. “She got a text from her parents and had to come home. Some family emergency. She left just as the movie was about to...start. And it was a chick flick. I was so scoring with her.”“But now you get to score with your Mommy,” I purred, sliding up his cock so slow, taking my time, savoring the friction. “Isn’t that hot?”“Yeah,” he groaned, his body shuddering, his hands clenching at his side. “Jesus, you have a tight pussy, Mom.”“Surprised? I did Kegels to stay tight. Pellington takes the paper without turning to look at the officer. He reads the piece of paper, frowning as he does so.Admiral PellingtonUSS DownleyRevised orders as follows:Continue to engage opposing fleet and enemy fleet support. Ensure enemy fleet does not lend support against own troops. Follow previous orders unless in conflict with these said orders.“God damn it,” he mutters. When he notices most of the crew on the bridge is staring at him awaiting command orders he brings his attention. “Yes, yes, yes!” my wife moaned, her voice drifting through the studio. “That's it! Oh, fuck, Mitch! Pound me!”“Mmm, work that pussy, Dianne!” a man growled. The voice of the asshole fucking my wife.I gripped the tire iron. The impulse to go in there and beat him to death seized me. This moment of wild rage. I could utterly destroy him but... Then he couldn't suffer. Then he couldn't live in a world of despair with no hope.I threw my tire iron down.“Oh, my fucking god, I'm getting there!”. Red shirt picked up the leash. He tugged on it, urging me to move and follow him. The tortuous parade began. They led me through my entire house; through my guest bedroom, through my office, through the living room, into and around the kitchen and dining area, and finally back to my bedroom. I could take only very short steps, because of the hobble rope, and every step I took caused the crotch rope to rub my clit and pussy. Black shirt followed the parade, pinching and swatting my ass as we.