I was cornered. This was just what he wanted. Fucking freak. "So what are you saying?" "If you don't want word of your sluttiness to get around, I sug...est you do what I say." I clenched my teeth; I was not used to being bossed around. "You're gonna be a good little slut and dress nice for me tomorrow. I want you wearing something sexy for me. High heels, red lipstick. Dress up like the whore you are. And no panties." I rolled my eyes. "Okay." "And I wanna fuck that tight pussy of yours again.". I begrudgingly part my lips and take him into my mouth. My wife comes over and grabs my hands and puts them on his dick and starts moving them back and forth. She then gets behind me so that the back of my head is pressed against her crotch and she starts thrusting so that I'm taking more of him into my mouth. I feel like my throat is completely filled and I still have enough room to put both my hands on his dick. After a minute, I hear my wife and Chris kissing and Chris starts thrusting into. And he goes to that hardcore church, that fire and hellstone preacher.” He chuckled. “He may be a dolt, suspect he is, but his family and ours need this wedding, this union. His tractor business and our cars are a fine match, make us number one in the Confederation; boy’s worth millions y’know.” “We’re rich enough, Daddy. Aren’t we?” “I suppose, but old Ralph admires you. Spect he’d like to have you in his own bed, crowded though it might be. Fact is, m’dear, once you are in his family, I. When she was away, I’d often scrutinize the hamper for a suitable pair of her used thong panties. I’d masturbate to their musky fragrance; the tangy taste of them; the poignant memory of her naked body; and, the thought of her being totally seduced and satisfied by a handsome, hung, lover. I visualized his cuming copiously deep in her womb and watching as it slowly dripped after he withdrew and lay down beside her. I saw in my mind’s eye his large flaccid penis as he rolled off and held her.