She stood with her back to him, trembling, her hands going to the hem of her shirt. Turn around. I want to see you. She took a shuddering breath and f...ught the tears burning her eyes as she did as he asked. She turned to face him, not looking at him but rather at the floor as she lifted the bottom of her shirt. He reached out and slapped her across the face. Look at me as you take those clothes off, bitch. Look me in the eyes. He pointed at her seriously as he spoke, his eyebrows raised. Besides the wound in the back, she had amultitude of cuts and bruises, some bleeding, some not, but none of themas fatally as the gaping hole by her spine. In the darkness of theevening the blood splatter was all but lost in the redness of the dress.The beautiful handiwork of Italian tailors that she had worn to many highcourt events was now utterly ruined. The expertly woven cloth-of-goldhairnet has hanging from her loose black hair - hair which only a littlewhile ago had been breathtakingly. Maureen arched her back. She looked over her left shoulder as I put my hard cock under her ass. I felt her wet pussy on my cock. I pushed open her pussy lips. She moved her pussy back on my cock. I got a few inches inside her. I held onto her hips so her pussy did not push my cock back out. I pushed my cock in farther. I had almost all of my cock buried in her wet pussy. She moaned as I was fucking her pussy some more. I put my hands on her shoulders. I leaned up to kiss her neck. She moaned. . gonna happen. Period. If Michael wants to fuck me, he gets to fuck me whenever he likes, but the same is now true of Victor. If my son wants to fuck his own mother, I’ll be proud to let him hump me half to death! I’ll be dead in two months’ time, anyway.“What’s the exact deal with you and Oswald here, though? Have you fully ... determined the nature of your relationship? Apparently, he’s cool with you fucking my son, my daughter, and me. What does he want in return? More importantly, what.