I was understanding the pain part. As weird as it sounded in my head, mild temporary pain was part of expressing my ownership of her ... and of Alyssa... And that’s why I was on top of Abbie making her uncomfortable.“I own you,” I said.“Yes.”My cock was restoring to readiness and I made slight adjustments on top of her to get into position. My cock head rested on her hole.“I want to make sure you know that.”“I know,” she replied. “You own me. No one else. Only you.”“And each time I cum in your. She was too excited about what he was going to do to her. He grabbed her legs, grasping her firmly by the calves and pulled her towards him. He positioned her so her long legs hung off the end of the bed, her ass right on the edge. Eyeing every inch of her body, he knelt on the floor in front of her. With soft lips, he began to kiss and suck the tender insides of her thighs. She shuddered with excitement. Her back was arching as he slipped off her bikini bottoms. He kissed the lips of her. He was making the big boys look small and weak and unable to assert their firm control on the things that really mattered to the making of money by the syndicate. They were hiring accountants to check over the nuances of laundering cold, hard cash and he was figuring how to fleece some poor rube for his poke and get away with it without punishment. There was no doubt that he was still in that protected status, but things were changing fast and it was only a matter of time.His big mistake was to. My Mom set the recorder on the vanity and the females left. Judy flipped me on my stomach, grabbed my hair and pushed my face into the mattress then pushed her tongue into my whore hole she pushed my walls apart and I like a cheap hooker jump on her 13 x 7 inch cock and slid down even if it hurt like hell. Next thing I remember is waking up looking into those black eyes feeling as if I was sitting on a telephone pole, "judy what happened", to which she replied "nothing yet sweetie what do you.