Grinning I looked at him lying there dead to the world with his trousers and underpants round his ankles."Uh... Mum?" I said to the still swaying figu...e of my mother."Come on Gary," she said in a voice slurred with drink "fuck me for God's sake, my cunt is burning for a cock."Right there was mistake number two, what I should have done was retreat to my room, instead I walked over and put a hand on my mother's shoulder.At my touch she turned quickly nearly falling over and I instinctively. She said it through tears and sobs, but it all came out.The Painter released his belt and she fell to the hardwood floor. "Tie her up," the Professor ordered, "and call the Mechanic. Have him bring us Sara. We're going to have a party today."I didn't like way he said party. I knew just what it meant. Three girls in a room, with them.A cruel grin crossed the Painter's face. His eyes darted about, at me, at the girl. Then, he put her in a chair and wrapped her with a rope. She looked to me with. Friction was building up fast and the walls of his rectum were burning hotter with each brutal thrust, as if Polinski’s cock was a metal rod that had just been sitting in fire. Jerry was sure he would lose his voice from his hair-raising screams. Harder and faster Polinski fucked, and as loud as Jerry was screaming, he could still hear the smacking of the warden’s hips against his butt cheeks. He had never even known anyone to fuck like this consensually, except one of his ex-friends who fucked. On exiting the lift he found there was only one door with the number twelve on it. He pressed the doorbell and the door flew open, revealing Sharon.She smiled. “Come on in. I’m running a little late and need to finish my makeup,” as she drew him into the room. “There’s drinks on the cabinet so you make one for yourself and I’ll have what you have,” she said, leaving him to go into another room.It was a large lounge with a mixture of traditional Egyptian and European furniture that all seemed to.