" All she had to do was just let it drop. There was no good reason for her to say anything else about it to me. It was over when I told her that we we...e even. It was over right then as far as I was concerned. I'm tired of having Brenda doing things, and then deciding that nothing should happen to her because of it. She isn't some special case with me. If she didn't want me to punish her, then she shouldn't have asked me to take her back. I wanted it to be all over with after this morning. She. God, it was so intoxicating to be sucking on a prick that belonged to a man who was simultaneously licking out my pussy! That combined with the fact that the tongue in my cunt belonged to my own son, to me, was the ultimate turnon. I'd never been so aroused in my life! As I sucked his long, hard cock deep into my mouth, I felt the deep stirrings of a long-delayed orgasm. I was so afraid that I was going to explode right into my son's face. But how could I hold back when he slipped his tongue. “Please don’t make me humiliate myself this way, at least let me undress in the bathroom,” Miranda begged Chase as she gave him a horrified look. She said her husband didn’t even watch her undress.Chase told her he was not her husband and if she didn’t want to be there all night, she had better start taking off her clothes. That day the young preacher’s wife was wearing a dress. With tears streaming down her pretty face, Miranda turned her back to Chase. Her dress had a zipper that ran from her. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror what the hell was I thinking, Conrad wanted to fuck me, no doubt about that. I hadn't been fucked in years, I'm a cocksucker, I'm straight, I don't like men, but the thought of being Conrad's "girl" was strangely exciting. God, was I really gonna do this? I thought, my heart raced as I took the douche out of the box and put the nozzle on the bottle, I turned on the shower to let it get warm, then stood over the commode and douched. I took a couple of.