"So son, what game is this?" He asked hoping he forgets what transpired today even though he didn't see anything. They did whatever they could to keep...him from thinking and in the dark.Tyler highly doubted that they would be happy knowing that he is screwing their mother. Most likely they would be angry knowing that she is just a fuck toy to him, his bitch. This is what she wanted, after all, she wanted someone to fuck her. To treat her like the wordless bitch that she is. Someone to take care. 'Oh for fuck's sake', I blurted out, and tore my top off and stood bare chested, my tits heaving heavily, my nipples buzzing with excitement.A huge smile broke across his wizened face, and suddenly I became self conscious, and covered both breasts with one hand shielding each, from his piercing gaze.I could feel the rubbery-ness of my nipples protruding into my palms, they were so sensitive, just touching them started my lubricating, 'What the fuck are you doing to me', I finally gasped, I had. And thank you too, vikki.”“I do like a grateful girl, ruby.” With that, she sweeps up the stairs, and closes the door behind her.“Now for your makeup, dear,” says vikki. “Sit in the chair and I will fetch the case.” She opens the makeup case, and takes out a bottle of foundation. She squeezes some onto her hand, takes a brush, dips it in and proceeds to make up my face, with careful smooth blended strokes. “Now some powder,” she says taking out a compact and a big powder puff, and powdering. After a dozen or so strokes, the twitching and jerking of her hips, found a rhythm to match mine, her legs coming up to wrap around my hips. She used her legs to try to pull me deeper at the bottom of each stroke, her hips rolling up meet me perfectly. The wailing had quieted somewhat but soon began to build in strength and volume. Her legs suddenly locked around my ass and her hips moved in quick short hard thrusts. I met each one with a sharp movement of my hips, a sharp slapping sound.