She was dressed in a navy-blue business suit with atight pencil skirt, white cotton blouse and black high heels. She washeading into London for the d...y to see her investment banker again andwanted to look good; she wouldn't be home until late. Her makeup wasperfect if a little heavy.Steven was sitting up in bed, glaring at her when he announced to herthat he knew about Abigail and her. Beatrice suddenly felt faint."She's not really a woman though is she? Well you know what I mean,she's a. You’re going to be my little fuck slut.” Mr. Wilson would take his cock all the way out of my pussy and then jam it back in. His cock was very hard, and it felt so good in my pussy. It was very humiliating to be talked to like a slut and having my boss fuck me. But, my body was responding to all his actions. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as he fucked me. “Your cunt is so juicy. You’re loving this Mary, aren’t you? Do you like that your boss is treating you like a slut?. She showed signs of pain and he told her it really was only painful the first time and she would get used to his cock and be able to fuck it often.He then pushed all the way into the young daughter, enjoying her tight cun. "You are a better fuck than your mom. You have a nice tight hole." he told the young girl. "Soon you will want me to fuck you more and more as your hole will love to be filled." He then started fucking the young hole fast and hard. It was not long before he felt her cunt. I found myself driving a beautiful 1965 Blue Ford Mustang convertible and parking it outside a fashionable two story house in an attractive suburb of a large city dressed in my 1505s khaki uniform with my sergeants stripes and service medals on my chest. I parked the car not bothering to lock it and entered the second house on the block with my house key. “Jeannie I,m home.” I announced and as I did a blue mist erupted from the old brass lamp sitting on a side table and a beautiful young blonde.