There. That is enough. Stop. Now, while I look you over, I want to hear exactly what happened the moment you walked in the door. Tell me EVERYTHING! J...st like you were supposed to do the OTHER times!"Carla felt her husband's hands begin to move over the sore and abused flesh of her thighs, cunt, and ass cheeks. His breath was hot as he drew close to inspect every crevice, every scratch, every bruise. He dug, probed, and prodded at his leisure. Sometimes the pain came fresh and intense from his. Poor Bjorg’s just gonna have to wait his turn!” Inga laughed as she drove us to our new, if temporary home ... we all had plans to sell it and buy a bigger place for us all.“I think that he’ll manage, judging from the look on our sweet daughter’s face,” I pointed out how Magda already had shamelessly undressed Bjorg in her mind.“Good girl, baby ... give that stepbrother of yours the kind of action he really needs from you!” Inga winked at our daughter in the mirror.“Well, I just hope that I do. She isn’t sure how to respond, because each time she tries to search out a name, it becomes elusive and she is left with nothing. “I don’t know,” she finally whispers after a long stretch of silence.“I certainly hope you don’t forget my name anytime soon,” Allison says giggling. “I take it that you have fucked her?”“We’ve fooled around,” she answers, sort of evading the truth. Lacey doesn’t know why it is important for her to do so, especially since she cannot even remember her new lover’s. I hid behind a couch in the living room , hoping they wouldn't come further up. T he kitchen door flew open, slamming seconds later. “What did you say, slut? I'm a bitch, huh? Eat this pussy,” Rachel demanded while turning on the lights. "You heard me," Samantha playfully replied. “Suck my clit,” Rachel further demanded. “Fuck you,” Samantha shot back as Rachel greeted her face with another slap. Rachel walked over to the kitchen counter and bent over. Within a second Samantha was on her knees..