You can call me Daddy, and you can call Steve Sir. Do you understand?” he asked as his fingers danced lightly along her inner thighs.“Yes, Daddy!�...� she purred.“Such a good girl! You love it when Daddy and Sir share you, don’t you, my little slut?” he said as he pushed her down on the bed. “Spread those legs, whore!”Olivia felt her pussy start to throb. She loved when Ray called her a slut and a whore. It just felt decadent! She laid back and pulled her knees into her chest and let her legs fall. ’ She had a dark blue Celtic pattern in a swathe across the small of her back with a loopy arrowhead in the middle pointing downward, its tip disappearing below her bikini line. It’s the kind of tattoo you see on women hanging around in malls and city corners. I had been kind of marvelling at it when she was splashing about in the pool. Jamie sure has a fierce instinct for downward mobility.‘Well?’ she demanded, wriggling her butt in case I wasn’t looking hard enough.‘I can’t see all of it, but. No tongues, but our entire bodies pressed together. After a soft sigh from both of us we parted, and she slipped into the bathroom.I stepped to the counter and used a wet washcloth in the sink to wipe myself down, then put on a robe. I went back into the main room and poured myself a cup of coffee. I sat there drinking my first cup, wondering how I had ever gotten through a day before I discovered it. I was flipping through the GURPS book when I heard movement in Holly’s room. She came out in. Saying this, my husband started fucking me harder.It became our story every alternate night. One day afternoon, my husband phone called me and told me to come to a showroom. I took my 2 kids with me and went to the showroom. There, my hubby surprised me with his new rickshaw. I was so happy and we rode in our rickshaw and enjoyed a lot that day. At night while during sex, I asked him from where he got the amount to buy the rickshaw. But he just closed my mouth with his hand and fucked me so.