She licks. "Swallow it." She gags slightly, and I slap the back of her head in punishment. Finally she pulls herself together a bit and starts lapping...it all up slowly. While she works, hunched over, licking and slurping up my cum off her daughters quivering face, I move to behind her. I lift her ass up a bit, getting her on her knees again, straddled over Ella's midsection. And I just play around with her sloppy mess of a cunt, still oozing a bit of jizz. I stick a couple fingers in and wiggle. She moaned deep in her throat. She screamed again. Her head threw itself backwards like a demon was being exorcised from her. She began crying--I could see the tears streaking from her eyes. She orgasmed harder than the first time, voice somehow getting even higher pitched.I stroked myself faster. I couldn’t last much longer. But suddenly, the vibrator turned off.I hadn’t realized how loud it had been with both the woman moaning and the vibrator buzzing.In the immediate silence, I came. I. News was going to get out."I don't think so," she replied. "Hope and Marcus and I have been together from the start. I love both of them, and they love me and each other. It's between us, and we've never really seen it as something to talk about."But people do nonetheless. We did keep it under wraps, for a number of reasons — mainly to do with privacy when we're on the road, and integrity. We wanted to have people coming to listen to us play, to share in the music with us. Not to put us up on. " What beating?" Dad said. I detailed what happened in the holding cell while Shelly drove us back to her office. Dad started out looking angry and worried; when I finished my story he was grinning."What's next?" I asked Shelly as she slid her vehicle into her reserved parking place by her office building."If the civil law suit was a ploy to put you next to a couple of recidivist prison babes in a holding cell for a beating, I think he planned to drop the law suit after the beating," she said..