It was mostly hearts and emoji. The rest of the shift was uneventful. I called Mark my husband from my cell phone once I got in the car. I told him ... had to go meet Tom before I could come home. He told me he got an email with instructions on some things he had to go buy, and that he would also be meeting with Tom and I just a little later. I told him about my day. How humiliated I was by everybody watching my boobs bounce, how Clayton had raped me again. Mark was upset; I was in tears, so I. He did not even notice me removing it. And then I pushed my way forward. Slipping the dagger in my sleeve, none could see it. They were all amused as I pushed my way to the front. Amused I could walk maybe, or amused that I wanted to see such a sacrilegious event. When I stood over the man heaving above her, I kicked him soundly in the head. He rolled off of Tilda clutching at his skull. There was a bloody imprint of my boot on the side of his skull. I smiled in self satisfaction. He stood. " That's fine," he replied, massaging his dick to get it fully hard while I finished undressing, "I like it nice and drawn out. I'm ready when you are." He sat down on the bed and spread his black legs.I knelt down between his legs and smelt the sweet smell of his balls. I licked slowly up the shaft and then held it while I licked around the edge of the head before running my tongue all over it, tasting his sweat. Then I carefully put my lips around the hot black thickness of his cock and moved. Then at the same time, she said, “We still do it but not very often like maybe twice or thrice in 3 months”. I was surprised to hear that and thought it means my dad fucks her once in a month.I felt bad for two reasons one is that my mom is still fucking sexy even at this age and any young guy would go mad for her and fuck her like thrice a day and second was that she is not getting satisfied like a woman should be.Looking at my sad face she said, “Why you suddenly got sad hearing this?” I told.