As Marie watched, horrified, Brad nodded to Hiroshi who clicked the remote to switch on the large-screen TV opposite the sofa where Marie and Jane wer... sitting.“I want to show you something interesting, Jane” Brad chuckled.As he said that, Brad motioned to Hiroshi, who clicked again to start the video he had made which showed the details of how Marie had been humiliated so completely.Marie was unable to move or to protest as the different scenes were replayed on the giant screen. Jane also sat. Even if she would be doing itwhile talking with that witch of my mother-in-law, it would still feel sogood. Instead, a minute later I trembled when I saw the buildingsuperintendent, Madame Vaucheron, walk in. Big and fat and middle-aged andvery good natured, she came close to me. I pleaded with my wife, "MadameBeringer, why?"My wife smiled, "Because it has to be done. I think it is digusting to haveto do it to you. So instead Madame Vaucheron has accepted to get paid to doit."So now I. I rut there for a moment, inhaling his sweet man smell. My hands are firmly gripping his tiny yet plump ass, keeping his cock wedged down my throat. He lets out a moan, gripping my head, for stability than force. I pull him back, allowing only the tip to linger on my tongue. I toy and flick over the slit. This elicits a low groan of appreciation from him.I continue pumping him into my throat, teasing his tip between thrusts. His legs tremble with the physical joy I'm giving him. I can read his. I almost wished she had left the gown on, but I was polite enough not to show that in any way as she sat on the bed.We tried an awkward kiss during which I was nervously aware of my mother’s naked nipples touching me and the twitching and hardening which was happening in my groin area. Mom was holding my hand and looking me in the eyes as she lay her head down on the pillow. I couldn’t help my gaze being locked on the dark thicket between her thighs.My eyes widened when my mother opened her.