"Tom, please fuck me." What did you say?" Tom smirked, lifting his head from her tits to lick and kiss her delicate throat. "Did the cold little bitch...ask me to fuck her?" Yes!" Donna cried. Her willpower, her spirit, was broken. This torture had to end. "Fuck me, please. I'm begging you. I can't stand this anymore."Just as Donna was getting used to one set of tactics, Tom switched to another. Now he just darted the head of his cock a fraction of an inch inside her spasming cunt lips, then. She had taken off her clothes as well and had a large beach towel in one hand and a small vibrator in the other hand. We keep a small stash of her favorite toys in a box under my bed for special occasions. “Lie down and put this towel under your head,” she said, as she folded it up. It was thick and rectangular when she was finished and she helped slip it under my head as I lay on my back on the carpet in front of the television. She turned the television back on with the same porn still. "So what do you think they will do?" joined in Charles increasingly concerned."A wig at least, god knows what else," said Harry.The boys chatted some more but then they realised that they had to stop to tackle the mountain of chores set by the two women. Julian allocated the tasks and ticked them off before tackling the next. With hard work and good fortune they started on their French lessons at 11:00am and were well pleased with the results of their self testing when Leila walked in."Ooh la. When I thought of giving Mother a bath, immediately I thought about it. I had to undress my own Mother and give her a bath. Which meant I have to make her naked. The very moment some most evil and perverted thoughts crossed my mind. I looked at Mother. Now I will tell about her figure. My Mother, a 50 year old widow, is a very fat lady, with large mountainous breasts, a bulging stomach, pillar like thighs and a huge protruding ass. She at that time was dressed in a saree and blouse and she was.