“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, voice husky. “You want me to fuck your throat?” Abby hums with need, eyes saying more than yes, one hand o... his hip, the other holding the base of his cock, palming his balls.Handful of hair, Mat moves her again, her mouth an apparatus for his pleasure. He’s never been so forceful with her, but the way she’s hungrily growling around him lets him know she likes it. Mat guides his daughter’s head in a rhythm that demands obligation. She isn’t in control. He. "No problem," he said."Thanks, Bill," Laurie said. She looked at her husband who was watching them wide-eyed. "Go get ready as we agreed," she said. They watched him disappear down the hall. Laurie took Bill's hands in hers and said, "The setting is for him. This is my retribution and his lesson. But I want you to know—you must understand—that I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want you." I think I know that," Bill said."Don't think you know. Actually know. If I wasn't married, I would have. It was me and Ann, of course, and Romy, her best friend, just the three of us. I switched the music off, found my favorite radio on the web, they were playing some soft music in an unknown language, as always, and decided I had to go pee.When I got back up they were as I'd left them, Ann on the bed and Romy on the rug, legs crossed, explaining something really important about the shades of purple a proper dress should be. I took a huge swig of Jack and handed the bottle over to Romy, and she. My wrists were greeted with the smooth leather. He pulled it tighter and tighter behind my back, I wondered if my wrists would be indented once he took the belt off. His hand came down on my left butt cheek once, and I yelped both from arousal and the pain. Another crack on the same spot, I could feel my skin becoming red and hot against his palm. Another slap and a moan slipped out before I could stop it. "That is for touching my pussy when I was away. If you ever do that again, I will slap.