"That's it boss, give it to her," encouraged Michelle, "I want to see the look of lust on her face while you have your wicked way with her." Michelle ...ent down to Carla and put her hands on her throat "You like that don't you, little slut. Getting fucked by the boss?" Carla was struggling to breathe as Andrew rammed her repeatedly. She could barely get one word out at a time ,"Huh... Yes... I... like... it." "Good," went on Michelle, "Because if you come and work here, you'd better get used to. This time she arched up like a U and jerked so violently that the prod got thrown to the floor. “Mmm toast pussy for dinner tonight men” I over heard someone as I watched Ed pick up the prod. This time Ed kept on prodding her lower stomach, armpit, neck and nipples in quick succession making her body jerk in fast succession punctuated by her wails of pain. I could see the effect of coke wearing off fast in the shock. The contortions her naked form went through roused the men again. Four men. Then her whole hand was moving against her pussy. With each downward movement her fingers would sink inside her, and with each upward movement they would retreat. But Peter realized there was more to it than that. The movement of her hand was not only directing her fingers in and out of her pussy, but was rubbing against her clit.Soon Mrs. Bentley’s hips began moving in circles and up and down. She pulled her very wet fingers from her cunt and moved them to her clit. Peter watched his. Sunday was another typical day at the Whitman house, starting with the chaos of breakfast and building from there. The rain continued to fall, as did the temperatures, and the weatherman started talking about snow for the first of the week. The kids, who had been cooped up for too long, were getting wild and the decision was made to take them to one of the local indoor play facilities, like a McDonald's big toy on steroids.The group raised some eyebrows when they entered, and the staff told.