Jones was dressed and asked me what I wanted.I thought about it for a while and said, “Ten percent of the action. Put it in a college fund for my si...ter.”She couldn’t believe that I didn’t want more so I told her that I wanted to fuck her right then and there while her husband was outside mowing the lawn. That she understood. She raised her skirt and she was pantyless and then she bent over the kitchen table so that she could keep an eye on her husband. I could hear his lawnmower and knew that. " he says. "It's fine though! We were jus-" he says, before I interrupt him."No. Enough is enough." I tell him. "Your father and I will go talk to his parents about this. He's not going to keep getting away with this!" I say, full of anger.My husband then walks into the room with us."Right, honey?" I ask him.He looks at me like I'm crazy, and he then says "I'd love to, but I have to finish this report for work." But-" I start."No, I have to get it done by tonight. Why don't you just go by. You are not a man, you are my whore.” As she told me this, she was breathing heavily as she continued to grind her body against me. Her hands were in my boxers, holding my hard cock, digging her nails into it. “I have waited so long to make a man my slut, I have waited to stop being the shy mouse that people pass by without noticing. Now I am the dominant one, the one in control, the centre of attention. Now I want you to get back on your knees and crawl back to the kitchen. I hope you remember. Once again he came up me and shot his load. His cock was immediately replaced by Mrs Robertson's dildo. My bum was sore and it wasn't giving me much pleasure. I looked sideways at Janice secured on the cross and she looked hot and my cock began to grow. I don't know if it was the friction of the fucking rubbing my cock on the table or just pure filthy lust, but I came in an earth shattering orgasm. The fucking stopped and I was released from the table. I was told to stand in front of the.