He continued the up and down motion, scraping his toenail across the tip of her clit as he spoke to her."I'm going to do nasty things with you and I'm...going to make you do nasty things." Oh yes! What kind of nasty things?" she urged him.John could see his mother's lust swelling as he spoke, her breathing heavy and her eyes clouded over. His own lust had built up as well and he was stroking his fat prick slowly as he played with her. He bent his foot downward once again and pointed the tip of. "Non-disclosure, legal stuff like that, you see."Jason nodded slowly.Henry turned away. "Remember what I told you, son. I don't want to have to talk to you about this again." Okay, Dad."Jason watched him go.After the door closed, Jason rubbed at his face and uttered an exasperated sigh. Behavior and personality research. Was his father recognizing what Jason had done to his mother? Or was he just guessing?But did it really matter? His father wasn't immune to the power. Jason could keep his. Sandra jerked and tried to pull away, but the men held her. Sandra was moved and thrown, face down, over the roll of carpet. Skinny came around by her head and held her hips. Stocky grabbed her ankles and spread them. She felt hands pull her fleshy asscheeks apart. The air flowed against her exposed anus. "No, no, please," she cried. She heard Maria say, "You better relax, chiquita, 'cause if you fight this take-over, it might rip your corporate asset in two." Sandra felt something warm being. She unlocked the side door and stepped inside. Holding the strong flavored come in her mouth, she paused and listened. The soft sounds of the TV bobbed through the house. She crossed the kitchen and paused in the dinning room. He was sitting nude on the carpet, his eyes fixed on the TV screen. The VCR whirred softly. On the TV screen, a large cock plunged slowly onto a hairy pussy and slowly pulled out to the head. She could see his hand stroking at his lap as he gazed at the fucking on the.