I thought for sure she knew I had seen her the last time, but I guess I was wrong. After a short hesitation she walked slowly into my room. I had to f...cus all of my attention on not cumming right then and there. Marilyn stood directly over me. "You're discussing," she said never taking her eyes off my cock. I continued to jerk off without answering her. "Is it going to shoot soon?" she asked, her voice a little ragged. "Yeah, pretty soon," I managed to say. "Does it feel good?" Yeah, it feels. I pushed back against it hard feeling it hit the bottom of my pussy as it jerked and pumped it hot cum into me. When I pushed back hard it made Marcells cock pop out of my mouth so I lifted it with my hand and started to lick it off. He pulled it away from me and said no your husband needs to do that. He walked over to where my husband was sitting and pushed his cock into his face. My husband tryed to turn his head away but Marcell grabbed it and forced his cock on his lips. Telling him he. Ooohhhh... Master... so good..." I picked up the hot pink latex anal beads, and admiring how they progressively became larger and larger. I tested the ring at the larger end used to remove the toy and then tossed the toy and the tube of lubricant between her legs. "Lube up the beads and slide them up your ass, dirty girl." She gulped and picked up the items. As I sipped my drink again, I watched her. She squeezed a little lube into her hand and rubbed it onto the toy, starting at the small end. "Do you know that she was the valedictorian of her class? You may not because you were not at her graduation. You didn't hear the speech she gave that day which was widely reprinted. Why was it reprinted? Because almost the whole audience was moved to tears, is why. What was her topic? How the graduates owe everything to their parents! That was a day when she could scarcely sit down. Why? Because you had beaten her so badly — after she had just been raped for the third or fourth time!"He shook.