You mean you would rather have my ass than my pussy?" "Not all the time mom, but right now I do". As I finished rubbing the lubricant all over mom's a...shole, I laid down the jar and reached for my cock. My cock must have been as hard as it had ever been at this point, knowing what I was about to do. Slowly I gripped my cock with one hand and slid the head back and forth between mom's butt cheeks. Her ass was small anyway, and only the head would disappear between her cheeks. I kept rubbing my. I never fought back, because I was too shy – or too afraid – to fight. So I let people take advantage of me. My fault, as much as theirs." And besides," Jack continued, "I've got something better than pity." What's that?" Emily asked. Although she thought she already knew the answer."Revenge," Jack said simply.Emily didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say."Well, anyway, couple of months ago, I decided I was sick of being afraid," Jack continued. His fingers kept flying across the. Mark had crawled up next to her and was holding her as she returned. Mark was behind her with his arms wrapped around her. Traci slowly traced her fingertips up and down his forearm. "That was incredible Sir," she said, smiling. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, slut. But we should get cleaned up, now. And then you have a task to do," he said. "A task, Sir?" "I will explain when you have cleaned up and gotten dressed again," he said. "Yes, Sir. I won't be long then," she said, getting up and heading to. “11:30,” he said, noticeably agitated. “It’s Sunday,” Carie replied. “Sunday is day. It is not time,” he said. Carie sighed. “There is no such thing as a proper time to get up on a Sunday, get it? If there isn’t a pile of bacon, eggs, and pancakes waiting for me, I could stay in bed until doomsday.” “What about toilet?” Carie pressed her forehead into her palm and shook her head. Then she froze realizing that they had gotten side-tracked. “Vasily,” she asked, perking up with anticipation, “is.