That is what I want to see. That's all you have to do Betsy, be a slut. Say slutty things, do slutty things. Be a lady, a loving wife, a devoted mothe... someplace else, but when you are here in my apartment be the biggest slut you can be." What does a slut do?" Whatever she wants Betsy, whatever she wants."She didn't say another word, just started undressing.I told her to be a slut and she was. Once she was naked she told me that she wanted me to tit fuck her and I did. She told me to fuck her. Betty figured alcohol would help her feel less inhibited and asked for a double.With drinks in hand, Stan said, “Here’s how I see this going down. Betty’s gonna suck on my dick while I finger that pussy for a while. Then I’m gonna plow into that sweet little cunt and open her up wide. Tom, you can just watch, or you can stroke while I use Betty’s fine white, married pussy, but I’m in charge of her body while you’re here, understand?”Tom nodded. Stan looked at Betty and said, “I like to talk. Somewhere close by was a cell tower ... probably on one of the nearby hills. Uncle Jerome had an uncanny ability to think and plan for everything. He'd said yesterday that they owned the local power company; evidently they had links to the local phone company as well."Uncle Jerome," I told him, "we are well." I am glad to hear that, Brother David."A situation that I had not foreseen has arisen. I want you to think long and hard about what you will do. Brother David, a statist police officer. He could feel the muscles in her belly against his and her breath on his face.Martin eased her off of him and grasped her breasts in both hands. “Make me come,” she panted. “When we were talking and you were touching my back ... it was making me so horny.”Martin pulled back the covers and knelt by her feet. He began caressing her legs and massaging her calves. Working his way north he paused to kiss her knees. Easing apart her thighs he caressed, kissed and licked them, alternating from one to.