His punishment, he thought, for all his depraved thoughts.Suzanne picked up his coat and draped it over his shoulders, and then sat close to him on th... sofa, turned toward him with one leg bent beneath her."Sorry. I should've warned you it was hot," she said, rubbing her hand over the back of his head, her fingernails scraping through the short waves of hair and coming to rest on his back."What are you doing here, Suzanne?" Jack mumbled, his voice thick."Cleaning up the mess from last night.. She said "You pick one yet?" I kind of like the one with the slit." I told her.She laughed and said "I would have guessed that. If I do any walking, people will know I have a garter belt on." Cool." I said.Then she said "I like the powder blue blouse with it."The blouse was frilly, and of course had buttons up the front."She then said "It's a bit tight on me, so shows better."I nodded and said "That was easy."I went to leave, and she said "You don't have to go."I sat down.She was demure. She. Hearing you and Mom fuck was hot enough.”“Oh, so you didn’t just barge in on us?” I asked, sauntering to the bed, my dick soaked in her mother’s juices.My friend’s cheeks darkened. “No. But only for a minute. I was just stunned. She’s married to my dad. She shouldn’t be cheating on him, but ... Ooh, you have such a big cock. I guess I can’t blame her. Not when you have Wendy and that secret lover of yours.”“Secret lover,” Mrs. Asis purred. “Mmm, that sounds hot.”“You don’t have to watch, Mom,”. .. but here I was seen! And thought of as beautiful, and I enjoyed it. I even started a small game with a man, who wrote stories, really lovely stories, and I would send him pictures of me, sexy pictures, tempting pictures, and I would become his muse... I can tell you that is one of the ultimate compliments someone can give you. He would even send me pictures back. I have one that I will always treasure. It’s a picture of me, on his tablet, with his lovely penis on top, dripping with cum... It.