Hardly a genius, she was nevertheless smarter than her husband. Glancing at her watch, Velma realized he would be off duty in another thirty minutes o... so. Should she wait or call now?Her dilemma was solved for her when the phone rang. Velma quickly answered. A woman's husky voice spoke rapidly and hung up. For a few minutes, Velma sat, blinking her eyes, gulping a fresh drink and wondering what the hell was going on.The woman said Velma's husband and daughter were having an orgy with her. Now. She couldn't help herself as she tiptoed down the carpeted hallway. If she could hear him in his room then she would be able to see into the room as well. Just across from his bedroom hung a full length mirror, if the bedroom door was all the way open she would be able to see into the room if she stood against the opposite wall.At least one of them was getting fucked she thought to herself as she tiptoed down the hall. She was going to change that tonight when she and her best friend Mary went. She told me she of course had to help him in and out of bathing and getting dressed and all that goes with her job. She told me guy was very well endowed and every time she had to get him cleaned up he had a raging hard on and would be so apologetic with her every time. She told him no worries so he didn’t feel bad..I asked of course how big as that shit starts eating away at your curiosity. She replied at least between 10-11 inches. I instantly became silent and literally had a lump in my. That suited me. I continued to take in her charms, her smooth skin, firm breasts, neatly trimmed quim, womanly hips. My tool nodded his approval, as well.Pulling her by her arms, I directed her down the stairs and into her basement. As I expected, it was poorly lit and dusty. Finding Ben’s workbench (layers of dust spoke of it’s disuse), I marched Linda over to it, and, forcing her forward, cast about for something to bind her there. A length of clothesline suited my purpose, and I released her.