.” “Come with me,” Esme beckoned me with a haughty, crooking forefinger. We went past a sumptuously furnished sitting room into a room big enoug... to house Carl’s farm cottage, which turned out to be an office. Certificates, photographs, citations adorned the walls and on the desk were two huge Apple monitors. Esme sat on a maroon, ancient, battered captains chair, which matched the Chesterfield sofa she indicated I should perch myself. I didn’t want to sit, mainly because my clothes were soaked. There was one smoking hot blonde with a tight body and a great ass, one black (or mixed, I couldn't tell for sure) girl with decent legs but a rather chunky upper body, and a thick brunette with HUGE tits and daisy dukes on. As I came up behind them, I noticed that the brunette's pants had a rip in them above the back pocket, and I could see she was wearing a thong. I walked behind them for quite a while, admiring her curvy ass and trying to figure out if they were legal age or not. We spoke. "Now it's me, using you like the little fuck pig you are!" She looked down, and saw me stroking my dick. "You like this, You wanna fuck momma now Stevie?" Releasing my head, letting the strap-on slip out of my mouth. She turns around, still wearing the strap-on bends over the bed. "You wanna fuck momma, like the fuck pig she is?" She grins and spreads her asscheeks, the strap-on dangling lewdly between her fat thighs. I knew that now, SHE wanted to be the bitch. I sat up onto my knees, taking. Standing near her was an older man, possibly 45-years-old, who looked as crude and mean as any alligator to be seen in the Gulf Coast swamps. He was a giant, covered all over with black, unruly hair, and Andy could smell him, even though he was nearly 20 feet away. The man's back was to Andy, so he had not seen him approach. The man said, "I'll teach ya not to deny me anything, ya stupid bitch. By the time I'm through with ya, ya'll be begging me ta fuck yer ass, an' ya'll want ta clean me off.