That very evening when what was left of Tina was dropped off at the doorstep of Linda's home, the lady in question was upstairs in the masters' bedroo... acting as the meat in their sandwich. Mike and his dad discussed making a new arrangement where Tina and her mother would be treated as sex slaves at home and whores outside the home. After all Tina was exactly that these days and none the worse for it. Later they would discover her battered, beaten, bloated and bum-fucked, bare body that. But she really had no shame. She lay back on the floor,spread her legs wide, and used her hands to pull her outer pussylips apart. "It's yours, Master, to do whatever you want to it,"she purred submissively. Stephen smiled. "Well, this is certainly a change for thebetter from the scheming slut you were this morning. You almostsound sincere. Get up. Go get washed. You are invited to myapartment for dinner tonight. Come naked. Right after, we shall gointo my playpen and see what we can do with. I started to massage her clitoris again, so she would always connect the visceral feeling of the clitoral massage with the sensation she was feeling in her anus. She shuddered in the throes of a petite climax, and I took my hands off her sexual parts and, again, clasped her to my chest.As she lay on top of me, I moved my hands to her hips and encouraged her to raise them slightly so that I could reach under her to my shorts, which I removed along with my briefs. Now we were both naked, and in. I chose to sit at the kitchen table while she worked.“I think that is an excellent idea,” Maurine said.“Maurine did you ever have a nickname?” I asked.“My dad and my uncles used to call me little Mo. There was someone famous called Big Mo. I guess they chose it because my name kind of sounded like Mo,” she said.“I remember that nickname. He was a baseball player from the old days, I think,” I said it with a laugh.“If he was from the old days, you should be sure,” she said. “And yes I’m joking.