Jane also sat not speaking as her mother was defiled and degraded again and again onscreen.Finally, as the video ended, Brad turned to Jane.“Well, J...ne, what do you think of your mother now? You knew she was a slut, but did you also know that she would be willing to do anything I commanded her to do?”Jane was numb at what she had just witnessed. She had watched porn with Brad and Hiroshi before, but she had never seen any porn movie so humiliating, and which was evidently not staged or. However, there was one positive fall out of her rendezvous with her friend Ali. Her persistent nagging reduced considerably. Although her inquiries about my lady colleague did not stop, she asked about her in a comparatively tolerant manner. One weekend, after Ali dropped her home, I reached home. It was rather late. She asked me about the reasons of my delay and I told her that I had to complete a presentation and we had to sit late and complete it. She then asked me, “Was that lady, your. My right hand was entwined in her hair. I gave her licks and kisses on her shoulders, tits, nipples, neck, ears, check, and any where else I could reach. She used her left hand to stroke my cock. She was going at a steady pace with a gentle grip. I could feel pre-cum escaping. Wendy’s body was gyrating to the motions of my hand. Within a few minutes she was moaning again and pushing her body into my left hand. I responded with a matching pressure to her pussy. She took her hand off my cock and. He stopped you from doing it because he actually cared about you. That’s what a dream guy does.”“Mark?” Joe asked as the pieces began to drop into place. “What the hell?”Mark stepped into the room to put his arm around my shoulders. “So what? You just banged her best friend. At least I actually like your sister.”“No, no, no, no,” Joe said as he whipped the condom off his quickly shrinking cock. “You don’t get to fuck my sister.”“It’s none of your business,” I said as I pulled my t-shirt out of.