’ Greta looked at Harry. ‘Who mugged you and took you hostage?’ Helen knew the answer, but she decided to keep that safely in the back of her mi...d. ‘I’m going to show you a photograph Helen. It isn’t pleasant.’ Greta handed the enlarged mobile phone picture of Saskia, tied up with a bullet hole in her forehead. Helen cringed. She had seen it before on Harry’s phone, but still remained oblivious of the fact. ‘Can you identify that person?’ ‘No. It’s horrid. Who is it?’ ‘It’s Saskia. I take it. Feels so goddamn good. Your cunt is so fucking tight. I love your fucking cunt, you little bitch!’ The words coming from Cameron’s mouth were making Heather’s pussy even wetter. She was literally soaking his cock with her juices. Cameron began pumping his hard cock into her pussy. Heather began thrusting her hips upward and meeting his thrusts. He pumped hard into her sopping cunt as he gasped out words. ‘Fuck . . . oh, fuck me, Heather. Fuck that hot little cunt on my cock. Squeeze that tight. "Oh yeah, I do... please fuck me from behind!" "Did you dream this once as well?" "To be honest, the fucking from behind yes, but you slapping my ass cheeks and licking my asshole, no I didn't." I didn't hear him rise up, but he did.And thrusts hard into my asshole. I scream his name in heated pleasure. "CHRIS!!!!" "Sssh, I'm here." he says as he adds his second hand to the stroking of my cock."I fucking love you, Chris!" I groan out."How's that feel, your crush's cock in your ass hmm?" he asks. Maybe he was a Beta male. Jesus, he'd have to be gay, I was thinking, not to respond to the come-on he was getting from my beloved Brenda!Well, he was responding -- sorta. I mean, I could see he had a first-class boner growing in those slacks. Brenda could see it, too, and she wasted no time clamping her right hand over it and giving it a friendly squeeze. She might as well have had "Fuck Me" embroidered on a ten-gallon hat, the signals she was transmitted to this dunce.But it wasn't that he.