”Do it.”He balked. “ ... I’m not gonna do that!”“Why not!” She nearly yelled at him as she rose on her knees and looked down at him. “...hat’s what you want right? To rape me? So do it!”“No!”She slapped him across the face.“Ow! Jesus, what the fuck!”“Do it!” she stuck her arms out in a challenging pose and leaned over him. “I wanna see it.”He felt a heat rise in his gut.He felt something flip in his brain.He felt a twitch in his cock.He shot his arm out and grabbed her by the throat. She pried at. "Those were the days," she mused. "I would get fucked eight or nine timesa day."I felt Sophia's little cage twitch at the memory.Her story was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. "Sir," a deepvoice called out. "Hotel staff. Please open up."Sophia gave me a quick squeeze to tell me that it was okay.I opened the door to find the doorman standing there, along with one ofthe hotel guests. They didn't wait for my invitation, barging into theroom as if it was their own. I was a little shocked. ”“That’s too bad” my wife said, “He’s serving our country.”“Yes” I added with a small chuckle, “and hopefully you’ll soon be serving Dave.”“What?” asked my wife, “What does THAT mean?”“Well” I said, treading very cautiously, “Dave does have a certain interest... if, and ONLY IF we agree.”“What type of ‘Interest’ does Dave have?” asked my wife.The I shared his special kink of being a DOM. My wife seemed to get nervous but then I assured her that he would take it VERY slowly, that I would always. "Do you like to be fucked by your son, you perverted whore?" I asked, driving my cock in and out of her wet pussy that was greedily trying to swallow my cock. "Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Filthy whore!" I cried as I came inside her. "I will have to punish you!" Yes, oh, God, yes! I deserve it!" she cried as her cunt muscles clamped hard on my cock and drained it. Later that morning after breakfast was over I told to her: "Mommy, you dissapointed me so much yesterday! This week you will.