The girls were surprised by her sudden appearance. Most of them were fully dressed and had no reason to react beyond surprise, but a few did. Anna fra...tically pushed my hand off her breast. Pat stiffened, hesitated, then looked at me. By way of answer, I resumed stroking her breast (I'd stopped in surprise too). Pat relaxed, trusting me to know how to act. She'd also met Vanessa before and knew of her permissive attitude, which helped a great deal. There were a few naked girls around: the. One had been anenthusiastic bed partner, too bad for her. It had all showed up nicely onthe camera.He ran the cursor down another file, his list of widows, to plan on freshvictims. It had taken a bit of research to find what they might be worth,their habits, where they hung out, their interests, their families, but hehad to be careful there. The families of widows or divorcees might noticechanges in their mothers, and start to pry.He usually was careful in his investigations and planning, but. My quiet revenge would be to let him look.The next night and every night after my husband repeated that ritual, the only change was the weekends when he was off. Then he just drank more.The next night I was still feeling angry and ashamed but I still wasn’t totally sure about my son either. So, at bedtime when it was apparent that we were going to have to carry him again I got dressed, this time I put on panties, I was not so far gone as to want to show him that for gods sake. But I also tied. He quickly puts a hand between my legs to see if I am wet and ready for him. He plays around a bit with my juices, as I start to moan and grind against his hand.He moves his hand and replaces it with his cock. He lays me down onto my back, across the desk. He braces himself, with his hands on the desk, as he starts a slow rhythm. I wrap my legs around his thrusting hips, holding onto his shoulders. “You like this big cock in your tight pussy, bitch? Mmmm yeah, you feel so fucking hot,” he.