I cried outbut he didn't care. He fucked me hard and deep, with aggression andwithout concern for my own pleasure. He was using me. Using his whore,...ucking me deep, sawing against my prostate with each thrust. My headswam.I rode out the storm, digging my 5" spikes into the sides of his legs.Gerry took his hands off my hips and began to slap violently at my assand sides with every stroke, pounding into me for all it was worth,ramming into my prostate as my pussy reached its peak and my clit. “Want some company?” I heard and saw Billy open the shower door and join us.“I wouldn’t mind some,” Amy told him, “but it’s up to Daddy.”“Hey, he’s your husband. Wash him, too,” I instructed my loving daughter as she winked at both of us and starting cleaning Billy’s flesh.It was soon obvious that Amy fully intended to grope both Billy and I while she washed him, not that I minded in the least. As I said, he was her husband and he had rights, too, though mine superseded his in our household.. " Well, Chester, I couldn't have done it without Karol, We're engaged, but we're waiting for the play to finish its run before we get married." Engaged, that's how you two made it look so real? I would like to tell the both of you something, I don't say often, 'That was fucking awesome!'" Chester said.Ruthie and Mika came up to us crying and Ruthie said, "Daddy that was the most amazing show I've ever watched before. The hate you showed for Phyllis was perfectly pitched, and the love you showed. Were you well known in the circles you inhabited previously, sir?”“Fairly well known; in fact, TOO well known, so I decided on a name change and change of lifestyle too. Mrs Dawes is my only connection to my former life, as her first husband was also associated with my former activities.”“Oh, dear,” I exhaled. “Does this mean, sir, that the gentleman had access to the forgery trade?”“It could very well be so, Jeeves. You will understand my concern.”“Indeed, sir. Can I assume that Miss Catherine.